Her father drank until the bottle drowned his liver. Her mother pushed the needle into her arm one too many times. Now they were both dead but she could still feel their ghosts lingering in the house. The house that was never a home. She walks through the lonely place to her room. The walls are stark white the only sign of this being a child's bedroom is the old stuffed bunny leaning up aginst the pillows on her old, creaky bed. She crosses the room, grabs the rabbit and gets on her knees. She folds her hands and closes just like she used to as a kid. She never understood why her mom told her to do it, nothing happened anyways.Tears streamed down her face in hope that maybe it would work this time. When she realized it was pointless she slowly stood up and hugged the bear tighter to her chest.

The silence in the house was too loud so she walked out and got into her car. She just drove around the city until the sun had completely disappeared from the sky. She drove to the bridge that she had thought about jumping so many times but now that her parents were gone so was the urge to jump. She got out of her car and walked along the bridge looking at the black water below. She took a deep breath. Finally, everything her parents were gone the bruises would clear from her skin soon. She no longer had to see her mother's needles laying around. She no longer had to smell the stench of her father every time she walked in the house for a visit. She no longer had to go to that church where all the people would judge her. She no longer had to listen to her mother's high-pitched voice telling her God will take care of everything. She no longer had to live with their messed up ideas in life because no her life was her own. Now she was free.