Empty

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Spoilers: None AU

Time line: Few weeks after Tristan leaves

OKAY SO I AM TOTALLY REDOING 'EMPTY' LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK

rorys pov

I was sitting in history class. It was a normal day. Just like every other day. It had been raining hard for the past week. I had been running late as usual and almost missed the bus. My hair was all frizzy from the rain and I hadn't had enough coffee.

The principal himself came in to tell me. He took me out side and broke the news to me.

There had been a accident outside of Stars hallow the streets where wet and slippery and she had lost control of the car.

She was dead. The woman who meant the most to me in the world was dead.

I couldn't bare to go home. My father came a few hours ago he came as soon as he heard. He doesn't say much. I don't expect him to. The funeral is in a few days. I am not sure I will be able to go through it.

Every body I love has left me. Dean and I don't get a long anymore I cant stand be near him or anyone else for that matter. He reminds me of my old life with my mother. She left me to live this life alone.

My father left but he comes back once in a while. But he always leaves.

And there's Tristan. He left too. He didn't treat me like a child like everyone else. He know what was underneath. A woman wanting to break free. I was to scared to show him who I really am.

I wonder what would happen if he didn't leave. Leave me.

I need him back. I need him here.

There's a knock on the door of the room I am staying in at my Grandparents home.

"Come in." I say.

My father walks into the room. And sits at the edge of the bed I am sitting on.

"Honey I know I cant bring your Mom back and I know I haven't been the best father to you. But I want to make it up to you. My business has been doing great and I want to have the headquarters here. I bought a house here in Hartford already. I want you to come live wit me."

I nod. "Okay."

"Okay?"

I nod. "Yeah. But your going to pick up your life and come back here?"

"Yeah kiddo. You don't think I would have you live with your grandparents now did you?"

I shrug. "Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we go to stars hallow? I think I want to sleep there tonight."

He nods. "What ever you want."

Few hours later we drove to Star Hallow. I just went to my room got in my pajamas and tried to get some rest.

I wipe off my tears on my cheeks with the sleeve of the oversized sweatshirt I am wearing. I hear my grandparents talking in the livingroom.

God it hurts so much to think about it. And Dad, I love him but I don't think it's a great idea to live with him.

I guess that leaves my grandparents. I don't think I could live with them. Mom hated that life, and she worked so hard to keep me out of it. Why would I walk right into it?

I hear rain outside. Why does it rain when horrible things happen? The night Tristan left it was raining and now it's raining. I hear thunder know. I get out of my bed and take a hand full of aspirin. I look outside there's a flash of lightning I see a woman's figure.

By this time I think I am delirious from the pills or from being so tired and crying so much. I run out into the backyard.

Another stream of lightning of thunder hits the sky the thunder crashes down. I look over and I see the figure again.

"Mommy?" I say.

God it looks like Mom. I need to get a grip. Mom's died. She's gone.

I look down at my clothes their soaked and clinging to my body. I start to tremble from exhaustion and from all the aspirin I just took.

I collapse on the ground and sob into the ice cold grass.

I wake up with a big crank in my neck. I open my eyes and realize I am in my bed. I get out of my bed. Yesterday's events come back to me. My heads starts to hurt a lot. I lean on the door way for support. I close my eyes wishing all the pain away. I hear a noise. I open my eyes half way.

I see a man leaning over the sink in the kitchen. My eyes widen.

"Dad?"

He turns around "Hi honey."

I run over to him "Daddy."

He holds me tight.

Tears spring from my eyes. I start to sob uncontrollably in his arms. He tires to calm me down by saying soothing words and rubbing my back while holding me tight.

Finally after a few minutes which felt like years my tears subsided.

"Daddy, what am I going to do?"

He sighs. "Honey sit down."

I sit down at the kitchen table. He pours me a cup of coffee and hands it to me. He sits down.

"I have to go to Boston for a few days to finish some things up. Ill be back...for the funeral. I think you can stay here for a few days by yourself. And as long as you don't burn the house down or through any wild parties." He says.

"Dad I think one of the last things I am thinking is throwing a party."

He nods.

I get up and grab some ice cream from the freezer and a spoon form the drawer.

"Ice cream for breakfast?" My Dad asks.

I just shrug and walk into the living room. I am just about to sit down when a notice my pajama pants are all dirty.

"Dad?" I ask.

"Yeah?" I hear him call from the kitchen.

"What happen last night?" I ask.

He walks into the living room. "What?"

I point to the dirt all over my pants.

"Oh I found you lying on the ground in the backyard. Want to tell me how you ended up there?"

I shack my head. "Honestly, I don't know."

I got dressed and ended up at the mall. I wonder for a hours with my fathers credit card. I bought all clothes I would never wear. That was the idea. To become some one I am not.

That person died with my mother.

I found a salon died my hair dirty blonde and hair extensions. I decided to get long french nails too.

They did my make up too. Heavy eye liner, pink lip gloss , all the works.