Broken Shards

My name is Eva.
No, not Eva, Evaline.
But people call me Eva because it sounds "cooler".
I feel like ghosts are around me, haunting me and staring into my deepest secrets.
I'm still very young. I'm 13. My family loves me dearly.
...Or at least, DID love me...
Ever since my father got lost in outer space, presumably dead, my mother has gotten very, very depressed.
She couldn't wait for the cliff at the end of the river.
On Friday, June 13th, 2015 she ended her own life, leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back at age 10.
I was lucky I had my wits... I guess.
Every weekday, I go back to school, still giving my friendly smiles, trying my best not to show my fear, or sadness.
I blame myself for their deaths. What if father left because of me? It's my fault, isn't it...
It's my fault.
My fault that my life broke into shards.
Hopefully when I die, I'll reincarnate into a better soul.
Those shards might come back together.