Can't go on living like this...[closed topic]

[Inkythulhu]

The world seems not the same
Though I know nothing has changed
It's all my state of mind
I can't leave it all behind
I have to stand up to be stronger

[flashback]
Jen...Couldn't believe it. There she was, laying on the couch, gripping a tissue so hard it tore. Within mere minutes of the explosions, it was all over the television. Her breath caught in her throat, and tears threatened to pour from her eyes. Her family...Her family was out there! She sat bolt upright, scrambling for her phone. First she called her mom....Then her dad...Then her brother...With each unanswered call, her heart tore than much more. Burk, tried to keep her calm, but even her longest held friend struggled with this. She panicked more and more. After five more calls to each phone...She finally broke down, crying pathetically, sobs shaking her body.

A call!! She jumped, almost dropping the phone in her desperation to answer it. It would seem one of the rescue workers had heard the ringing of her dad's cell phone, and tracked it down. He simply pressed the send button a few times to call the last person who called that phone back...Jen couldn't take it. The rescue worker had found her family, confirming their identity from their IDs and fingerprints...They were all dead. All of them. Jen screamed in agony, crying so hard it caused her pain. Burk had to force her to stay put, using powerful hypnosis to lull her to sleep, just so she didn't fight her way to a high up balcony and pitch herself off...
[/flashback]

Jen still cried every night, sobbing herself to sleep. She...Didn't know what to do. The servants had been given strict orders from Burk, Jen's now acting guardian, to keep an eye on her and keep her way from the balconies. It was a struggle to keep the noble woman from doing harm to herself, and it most likely would be for a while yet.

Slowly, duffel bags and backpacks became piled near the front door. Fara stood by rigidly outside, waiting to be loaded with the luggage. All was very quiet in the manor. Jen had assembled the house staff and told them she was leaving. That she, quiet frankly, could not live in a place that would no longer have her family there. She gave them a final request; keep the manor in good order and they may live it it and do as they wish. She would continue their pay, as it was only fair, if they did so.

It was time. Jen hauled up her backpack, finally having finished loading Fara with the duffel bags like saddle bags. Burk picked up the final backpack as Jen lifted her messenger bag to her shoulder. Jen whistled softly, one of the family carrier Pidgey coming to her and resting on her arm. "Take this to Joel..." was all she said while handing it a letter. The small, but sturdy bird Pokemon nodded, taking the letter and taking flight. Joel was someone she'd recently run into and exchanged mailing addresses with. He was older than her, homely and kind, but she'd somehow formed a small crush on the man. She knew it was only fair that she inform him of her plans. The letter read as this:

"I am so sorry, Joel...

I don't even know where to begin. Even as I write this, I can feel myself starting to cry again...

I have no choice but to accept the facts. In the events of last Saturday, the very day my family left me at home while they went shopping, it would appear that my family has perished with the so many others in the explosions.

I...I don't know what to do. I can't help but find myself wishing that I was with them that day, that I'd died with them. I can't think of my life with out them, it's too painful. To have them there one moment, and then to never seen them again...I've never felt more alone in my life. Probably the worst loss it that of my nephew, who's life had barely just begun.

How can anyone ever live after such a thing? I don't know if I can...I'm sorry, but I fear this is my last letter to you, Joel. After this, I am leaving my home estate to my family's servants. I may return one day, I may not...Time will tell. All I know is that I cannot stay within these walls. It's not home anymore; it's a tomb.

Goodbye, Joel.

~Jen"

After the Pidgey had taken off Jennifer left. Fara and Burk both followed her, the dragoness flying at low altitude and the Hypno holding his mistress' hand for comfort. "It will be okay, dear one." His telepathic sympathy was met with stark silence...

I know I should realize
Time is precious
It is worthwhile
Despite how I feel inside
Have to trust it'll be alright
Have to stand up to be stronger