I ran down the stairs, trying to catch my breath. My heart was pumping itself out of place. I leaped to the last step and threw myself into the kitchen. I found my sister clutching her ears and bashing her head against the wall. ‘Chris, honey stop it, I’m here now, Sshh be quiet,’ I cried to her trying to make her let go of her ears in order for her to hear me. ‘NO, GET AWAY!’ she threw me across the room and I smashed myself into the wall. She started to go bright red, shaking so hard I could see her from three metres away. Her eyes were pouring tears out. I sprinted over to her and hugged her so firmly, it hurt me. She then stopped; she relaxed; hugged me back and whispered… ‘I’m sorry Ashley, I’m really sorry, its -’ I cut her sentence off. ‘Just shush Chrissie, just be quiet,’ I demanded. She whimpered in my arms and was still shaking. She whispered I’m sorry again. * * * I lay her in bed, sitting beside her, stroking her silky blonde hair. ‘Sweetie its three in the morning, you have school tomorrow, I want you to go to sleep, and no matter what don’t wake up. Okay ?’ I assured her. ‘I’ll try…’ she replied back. I smiled at her and switched her light off. I crept out of the room, trying my best not to distract her. Slowly, I made my way to my room and let myself collapse to the floor and cry. This was the second time it had happened. I had been through a lot of things but nothing had effected me this much. I didn’t know what it was, but it hurt me so much and I don’t think I could take it anymore. Gradually, I got back up and gazed around at the state of my room. It was 03:18a.m There was roughly five hours to get ready. Too much time. I lay in bed wondering if perhaps I should ask for help. They’d probably... ... middle of paper ... ...floor. My eyes watched the little girl lay deadlocked on the floor. ‘Chrissie?’ I didn’t have the strength to say mum but I did. ‘Mum?’ I glared towards the motionless body that lay on the floor. Outside was a helpless little girl that meant no harm to anyone; inside was a horrifying monster tearing her apart. Her eyes opened once more, a colour I couldn’t describe, something I hadn’t seen before. ‘I love you…’ I ran over to the paralyzed body. I stroked the little girls hair. She lay in my arms and I didn’t bother to check if she was alive or not. Because I knew I had lost her. Chrissie and Mum. Forever. Moderately, I stretched up and strolled to Chrissie’s room. I curled up into a ball on her bedroom floor. My arms were wrapped around my legs and I was shivering. Who was I to cry for? Could this have happened? But I knew one thing… They had gone… The End…
It was 3:00AM, I had just been woken up from another two hour catnap, by the screams and cries of my newborn son. He was hungry yet again, and I was beyond exhausted, physically and mentally.
My feet planted firm on the ground as I bit the inside of my cheeks to feel something. My pigtails and gray uniform forgotten along with my surroundings as I just watched death do his work. I didn’t feel like a kid anymore. The once peaceful scene turned into a mass of chaotic moments as soon as metal clashed on metal, and the remains of glass littered the floor of the street in front of the fenced gates of my school. My peers screamed loudly but the sound of the crash replayed in my head, but worst of all is that I saw the blond hair of the woman cover her face like a veil tainted red. My teacher ushered us to wait inside yet my mind was numb and my thoughts blurred as I heard the cries of the adults.
She was blood shot red, her eyes were closed and she was screaming so bad my ears were ringing. I grabbed her by the mouth and told her to be quiet, to open her eyes and look at me. She followed my directions and grabbed me, exclaiming that she wanted her mother back: the doctor then came in and discussed with me that they wanted to keep her. I automatically stopped him mid sentence and advised him that she would be going home with me, I refused to let her stay
“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry again,” the woman frantically said, “I was just wondering, you don’t have to tell
room and resisting the urge to crawl back into my warm bed, I put on
I walked over to her and sat beside her on her bed as we sat there silently, hoping things between us would never change. I put my hand over her shoulder trying to comfort her.
Well--she said--. Fine... but only for this night. For tomorrow when I awake, I do not find you here....
Suddenly, I feel rough hands on me, pulling me away from her. Jamie screams and falls to the floor. I look over and see the family of my best friend. His mother has on a black dress and is standing up staring at me with venom. She is on her feet, clapping. The last sight I see as I’m getting dragged to my deathbed is Jamie, crying on the floor, her mascara running onto her now pale cheeks.
Shaking my head to knock loose the chilling thoughts. Pulling the covers up below my chin, turning on my side with my hands cupped around the tooth. The curtains flapped, the windows were open the way I like it. It was cold out and I was warm inside wrapped around my blanket under my sheets.
I stand, accepting the screams of my father as he releasing all his anger into me, “Bu-,” I choke out to only be cut off, he grabs my wrist and dragged me to my room where he shoves me in and shuts the door. I go to my bed, I fall into the cushions down, tears softly falling down my cheeks. He doesn't care what I’m doing, he never does. I looked up at the time, it is 6:00pm, the sun is just falling below the horizon, the golden orange sky lay dormant, dark clouds hang overhead...
She got to her feet and ran after him through the door. The room was different though, so bright that it hurt her eyes. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but we can’t get her back. She’s not responding, I’m sorry.” a woman was still weeping. A curtain hid the view of the voices, and when she tried to grab it to pull it back her hand just went through. She walked through the curtain and looked down at the bed.
...s were awkwardly raised. Her mouth was slightly opened, and her eyes were dismal and confused. Perhaps she should go back inside and wait for him to come. She knew that her son had left her... but she hadn't touched him, nor had she cradled his face. Perhaps she should go inside, and it would turn out to be a bad dream...or maybe she could fool herself a little longer into believing her son was still with her. But she kept on walking...walking, until she stood beside her son. She dropped down on the ground and felt his cold, lifeless body. She held him in her arms and caressed and cradled his face. The reason why she had kept going, the only reason why she lived, lay lifeless in her arms.
A few hours later, I was in my room settling in. I had a quick shower,
I wanted to cry, but my I couldn't. I wouldn't let myself. I felt like I had turned my heart to stone. I felt the same as when Isabelle had died; I felt nothing.
The reckless driver hit us straight on, then “Bang!” a loud noise resonated through the air, and abruptly my body flew out and hit the pavement of the road. Everything around me was simply a white haze for a few seconds after the impact. My body felt extremely heavy and the sharp pain throbbed throughout my face and body. Lying there on the rough asphalt, I faintly heard my mom and Carrie call out to me, “Sydney! Sydney! Are you okay? Answer me! Sydney!” I wanted I speak up and answer them, nonetheless, it was useless, my voice just wouldn’t make a sound. The desperation in Carrie’s and my mom’s voices reverberated to me across from where I was lying. My mom frantically ran up to my side and hugged me tightly in her arms. Blood was squirting out of her pinky, where the top of her finger had been severed. The places where my mom’s tears fell, stung my wounds, nevertheless, it was nothing compared to each little movements that caused the pains to electrify through my body severely. Every second was hell, the pain was just utterly agonizing and tormenting. Whether it was due to the pain or the exhaustion my body suffered, my mind slowly drifted off and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. As my eyes gradually closed, the blazing siren seemed to have grown louder little by