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A bird singing was the first sound she heard.
Opening her eyes Frisk saw the Bluejay sitting on a branch outside her window. It chirped happily in the morning sun before taking flight again.
The alarm clock on her desk showed it was 8:30am. She’d slept in later than usual.
Slowly sitting up she stretched, and walked over to open her window. The air outside was freezing, but it smelled great. It was a beautiful day outside.
No time for admiring the weather though, she had a job to do. Frisk lived alone with her grandmother after her parents had died in a car accident. The financial support they received was hardly enough for them to buy groceries and pay rent so Frisk earned extra money wherever she could. She was almost 16 and she did little jobs like cleaning and picking fruit for other people.
She quickly put on a jacket as well as some blue slippers before heading downstairs to get breakfast.
Something was wrong.
There was no smell of cooking in the house like other mornings, and usually her grandma would come wake her up around this time if she was still asleep.
“Grandma?” She called out. No response.
Walking downstairs she looked around the kitchen. It was untouched, everything in the same place it had been after dinner the previous night.
Frisk quickly checked the living room but there was no-one there either. There was also no note which would have been a clear sign that she’d gone out.
Heading back upstairs she went to knock on her grandma’s door.
*Knock knock*
There was no response.
Quietly opening the door she looked inside. “Grandma?”
It was dark in the room with the curtains closed but Frisk could clearly make out a shape in the bed. She walked over and gently touched her grandmothers' exposed shoulder.
“Hey, it’s morning. Time to...” She stopped when her hand touched the skin. It felt cold.
Gently shaking her grandma she could feel the stiffness in their body. Her grandma had passed away in her sleep.
Frisk felt like someone had shoved a knife in her chest and sank to the ground. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet, she wasn’t ready to be alone!
She sat on the ground sobbing her heart out for a long time before she finally composed herself. Frisk had known that her grandma was old and would eventually pass away. She had to be strong.
Staying at the house wasn’t an option. Now that her grandma was gone she’d stop receiving funding and would be evicted since Frisk alone couldn’t earn enough to pay for rent. She’d have to leave the house.
Standing up she took another glance at her relative, another tear gently sliding down her cheek, before she closed the door behind her.
Going back to her room she quickly got dressed and grabbed her shoulder bag before heading downstairs. She packed food and water as well as all the money that was left in the house. $54 wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.
Walking to the dining area she wrote a quick note for the neighbours to let them know what had happened. They weren’t close, but someone had to know that her grandma was gone.
Frisk glanced back upstairs, wishing that this was all just a bad dream, and that she could keep living with her grandmother. They didn’t have much, but they had enough to get by, and most importantly they had each other. These thoughts made the tears start flowing again.
Walking towards the door Frisk grabbed her cloak off the couch. Her grandmother had made it for her. It was a lovely light greenish blue with fluffy white edges and she wore it every day. It was lovely and warm and really helped against the winter chill.
Donning her cloak and putting on her gloves she walked out the door.
She was standing in the tiny garden in front of the house, looking around briefly. They lived on the edge of town in a very small house with an even smaller garden, but there was no lack of people with quite a few houses packed into a very small area.
Walking over to the neighbours’ house she slipped the note under the door before walking a short distance away to get out of sight.
Frisk didn’t know what to do now. She wanted to get far away from here, away from the hurt, but where to go was the question. Looking around at where to go next she spotted a mountain in the distance and for some reason she felt like she should go there.
She didn’t know why, but with no better plan she decided to do it. Taking one last glance back at the house she set off, a final tear falling from her cheek.
Walking all day she reached a small town by dusk and stayed at a backpackers for the night with the money she had before setting off again at dawn.
She walked another full day before finally reaching the mountain, her food and water almost gone by now.
The sky was starting to turn dark again by the time she started to climb, and it was pitch black soon after. Stopping would have been the logical choice, but in Frisk’s exhausted mind she couldn’t see reason. She simply kept walking.
Her foot suddenly snagged and she was sent flying, snapping out of her drowsiness immediately. Attempting to reach out and grab something her hands only found empty air and she kept falling.
This is it, Frisk thought to herself. I’m going to die.
Closing her eyes she waited for the impact.
