~=+{ Rose: Age 10}+=~

It's was birthday today, we usually have a birthday party prepared by the staff.
This year we were going to a fancy restaurant, my father was driving us there.
I wore my blue frilly dress, my mother a white dress and my father a Brown suit.
We arrived to the restaurant, my father parked the car and we all stepped out of the car.
I wanted to run,but my mother " Calm down sweetheart. You are a lady, so act like one."
"Yes Mother." I replied.
One of the staff led us to our table and sat down on the seats.
The waiter hands out the menus, then later he comes back and asked for our order.
I ordered Lasagna, juice and chocolate cake.
My mother, a Caesar salad, wine and rice pudding.
Lastly, my father, a steak, wine and decided to share dessert with Mother.
When he came back with the order.
We began to eat our main course and drank our drinks.
Then dessert... I don't want to talk about...
Father paid for the meals and left the restaurant.
We were in the car, on our way home.
A truck drove near my father's car, the man crashed to father's car and father lost control of the steering.
* Tires Screeching and then a Impact of Car *
The car flipped down the hill of the highway.
I lost Conscious, after the car flipped to a halt.
~=+{Five days later}+=~
My eyes slowly opened. I had a bandage on my left eye, my arms and legs with cuts. I silently irked in pain, as I attempt to sit up.
But I felt weak, noises acted up when I made my attempts.
A Nurse came in my room, with a tray of food.
" what happened to me, where's my mom and dad." I asked the nurse quietly.
She flinched, she looked at me sadly.
" please tell me nurse. I need to know."
She sigh," They're dead."
My body grew cold, my silver eyes widened in shock and my mouth open.
"N-no.. This can't be happening!" Tears began to form and slid down my cheek,as my left eye wetted my bandage.
My hands covered my eyes and I continued to cry.
~=+{Funeral}+=~

It was raining, perfect to state the day.
I wore a black dress, my relatives and workers came for the funeral.
They all cried.
I however need to stand proud, as the heir to my father's Company and I already shed them.
"Why Are You Not Crying Alice Liddell (J.K; It's Rose)!! Your This Heartless!!" Most of them yelled at me.
It hurt me on 'Heartless', but I let no tear shed to the action.
I was driven home by my butler, John, silent.
I ate my dinner, took a bath, and went to bed silently.
Then I let all my feeling out, I cried to myself to sleep, quietly.