Chapter 1
Dorthy was standing on the balcony of her Auntie Katty and Uncle Nicholas' house, staring straight ahead of her and feeling lost. Her eyes were swollen from all the crying and she was feeling numb after what happened today. Her life changed in the most drastic way she could ever imagine. Her thoughts went to this morning, when everything seemed so perfect.
''Mom, mom!'' Dorthy yelled at the top of her lungs. Miranda, her mom, came running up the stairs.
''What happened dear?"
''Mom, I don't know what to wear.''
''Oh Dorthy, you scared the hell out of me I thought it was an emergency."
''Well it is, I don't know what to wear for prom night.'' Miranda shook her head, while a small smile played on her lips. She went back in time, thinking about when she was young. ''Mom.'' Dorthy's voice brought her back.
''Mom, why are you smiling?"
''Nothing dear, show me the dresses you're thinking about wearing.''
''I can't choose between the black and the red one.''
Just then, her mom's eyes traveled to the bed; it was a mess. Dorthy had thrown all of her clothes out of the closet and on to the bed. She shook her head.
''Wear the red one, that color really suits you." Dorthy hugged her.
''Thank you, you're the best.'' Her mom patted her back. She was about to leave when she stopped by the door and turned around.."Dorthy, clean up the mess you made before leaving.''
''Yes mom.'' Dorthy said, saluting her mom like a soldier while a smirk played on her lips.
''Drama queen.'' a smiling Miranda stated before she left the room, heading back to the kitchen. Dorthy was almost done curling her hair when she heard her mother's voice screaming to hurry up as her friend had arrived. Dorthy was going to the prom with her best friend Darcy. ''I am almost done mom.'' Dorthy yelled back. She quickly slipped into her black high heels and walked down the stairs. Her mom looked at her with a proud glint in her eyes. She walked over to her and hugged her tight. ''Can't believe my girl has become this big.'' Dorthy smiled. Her mom kissed Dorthy on her forehead.
'' Have a good time girls and don't be home latter then 12 a.m.''
''Yes mom , love you bye." Dorthy and Darcy arrived at the college where the prom was being held. There eyes popped out when they saw the sight in front of them. The stairs where covered with a red carpet and on the side lines there were statues of Oscars.
''Wow,'' is what escaped from their lips. The theme for Prom was Hollywood and they did a great job with decorations.. Both girls smiled excitedly and walked inside to enjoy the night. Dorthy was enjoying on the dance floor when her phone rang at 10 p.m. She walked outside because the music was way too loud to hear anything. Once she was outside, she picked up.
''Hello.''
''Hello, is this Dorthy speaking? My name is Steve, I'm a police officer..''
''Police officer Steve?''
''Yes, I would like to ask you to come home as soon as possible.''
''Why is everything okay?'' A shocked Dorthy asked. She didn't know what was happening. Why was this man asking her to come home? Why would a police officer be calling her?.
''Why don't you come, then I will tell you everything.''
"But why can't you tell me over the phone, why do I have to come home.''
''There is nothing to worry about, why don't you come and I will tell you.''
''If there is nothing to worry about, then why can't you tell me over the phone.'' A frustrated Dorthy asked. This better not be a joke, she thought.
''Please ma'am I can't tell you anything over the phone, please try to understand.''
Dorthy sighed.''Fine. I am coming.''
She hung up and rushed back inside to search for Darcy. She saw Darcy standing by the punch table. Dorthy walked over to her and told her a police officer had called her and asked her to come home as soon as possible.
''What, are you sure it isn't a joke?'' Darcy aked her.
''I don't know, Darcy but lets go home and we will find out.''
Both the girls walked out of the hall. Dorthy was about to get into her black Maserati that Dorthy's parents gave her last month as a b-day gift, when Darcy's voice stopped her.
''Wait why don't you call your parents and find out what's going on.''
''That's a good idea, if it's a joke I will know.''
Dorthy called on the landline number but no one picked up. Then she called on both her parents cell phones but both the cell phones where switched off. Fear started creeping inside her. '
'No one is picking up the landline and both their cell phones are switched off'." Dorthy said with a terrified voice.
''Alright let's head to your place then.''
Dorthy nodded, her hands where shivering while she was trying to open the door of her car. Darcy noticed, she took the keys from her hand.
''Let me drive.''
Dorthy just nodded and got seated into the passenger seat. While Darcy was driving, Dorthy kept calling home in the hope someone would pick up. Finally, someone picked up. Dorthy felt relieved but that feeling left as fast as it came when she heard the same voice that had called her on her mobile.
''Hello, Officer Steve here.''
''Hello this is Dorthy, can I talk to my parents?''
Steve took a deep breath. '
'Why don't you come home first?''
''Let me talk to them.''
''Please, try to understand that you can't talk to them.''
''WHY?''
''Why don't you come home?''
''Stop telling me to come home and give the damn phone to my parents!''
Just then Darcy told her to calm down as they where almost home and fighting with police officer seems of no use. Dorthy knew she was right. She hung up, given up the fact that the police officer wouldn't tell her anything or give the phone to her parents. All of this was just making her more scared.
''What if something has happened to my parents?'' Her voice was shaking.
''Don't think that way. I am sure everything must be okay.'' Darcy tried to assure her. Just then she realized they had arrived. Police officers were all over the place. Dothy opened the car door and ran towards the front door while Darcy followed her. She was about to walk in when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
Coming up: ''I am sorry to tell you, your parents have committed suicide.''
What!?
