{Unfinished} heh heh

The wind was hard...whooshing...singing to the lonely girl staring out the window of her now-empty house. She wore a black shirt and jeans; she also wore a tear-stained face. Things weren't the same....nothing was the same anymore for her. It was that day that caused all this...her least favorite day of all. She remembered that day distinctively...

It was her birthday; her twelfth birthday. She thought everything would go perfectly—so far it had. The house was decorated with balloons, her friends were all hiding behind things; waiting for the desired moment to jump out and sing; but most of all, party like crazy. Her whole family was there. Presents covered a corner of the family room. Everything was in perfect order!

But, the only thing missing was the cake. A classic tradition! How could the cake be forgotten? Just for the birthday to be complete, the girl’s parents and her brother rushed to the store; just across the street. They quickly picked out the cake—it was the shape of a smiley face. It was also part ice-cream—the girl’s favorite; everyone knew.


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She stared blankly out of her window. The rain pattered onto the glass, as she focused onto her reflection. Sad, hopeless, eyes looked back at her. The rain started to get harder and lightning began to strike. She looked behind and around her; she can remember every detail of the party: where everybody stood in this room, where the presents laid, etc. She got up and laid down on the floor. She easily remembered the birthday, as it officially, she decides, would become her last. The movie of that dreadful day played back in her mind...
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She entered the room, and everyone jumped out of their spots, and shrieked, screaming, “Happy birthday, Liz!” at random times. Then, they all broke into song; ‘Happy Birthday’ of course. She danced around jokingly, having a blast. It was one of the happiest moments of her life. She walked around the room, talking to each of her friends and family. But, where were her parents? And her brother? She asked Uncle Harry.


“Okay, I can tell you're worried about them, so...they just went across the street to get you a surprise cake. But don’t tell them I told you. Act surprised when they come, okay, Liz?” Uncle Harry whispered in her ear.

She had nodded, and at that exact moment...that horrid, moment...she heard some sirens. The sirens of an ambulance. It sounded distant at first, but the longer she listened, the louder it became...and the faster her heart beat. She always felt bad when she heard ambulance sirens. It seemed to stop getting louder, and she thought the noise came from outside her house. She excused herself from the party, and she ripped her parka off the hanger and slipped her shoes on; not bothering to wear socks.

She had dashed out of the house, and ran out to her driveway. It was dark outside; cold and breezy, she remembers. Sure enough, the ambulance was there. But, she realized it was across the street! From her house! She thought it would be rude to stand and watch, so she started to head back inside. Then; she realized something; the ambulance was in front of the store...where her parents would be buying her birthday cake.

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At this point she broke into tears; soft, quiet...painful tears. Her face scrunched up. She clearly remembers her reaction when she had realized that the ambulance was there...
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She felt a rush of panic, as she started running rapidly towards the ambulance scene. She told herself nothing would be wrong; that her family would be happily coming out of the store; cake wrapped in arms, with smiles on their faces. She told herself to be calm; so that when she would meet up with her parents and brother, she would have a perfect party. She told herself...everything would be okay. She seemed to lose control over her body, and she kept running across the street, not bothering to check if any cars were coming.

She finally reached the scene, waiting for her parents to come out. She glanced over at the ambulance, and she went blind. She thought she saw her brother being carried into the opened doors of the ambulance. Of course not! How could that be him? She was having illusions; hallucinations! When she looked closer, she saw the cold hard face; the face of her brother’s...complete with scared, gray eyes; he was wrapped in red-stained cloth. Liz fell to the ground; losing her breath gradually. She couldn’t breathe; the sight of her brother’s white face and his still, deathly-like body being carried into the ambulance lingered in her mind.

She started acting hysterical, talking to herself, “He’s not dead, he’s not dead.....he’s....not dead....”

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Liz started sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of that memory...her tears dripped down her cheek and onto the cold, wooden floor. She slammed her fist onto the ground.

"Why...why does everything h-h-ave to go wrooong? Why-y-y do people...have to die? Why am I still-l-l alive....when cl-e-early my family isn't?," she sobbed into the floor.

"I'm so--stupid...stupid person," she tried to rip out the floor boards.

It was all her fault! She HAD to like cake, and her family HAD to buy it for her, and she just HAD to lose them all because of a stupid drunk guy! She hit the floor, and tried to hold her breath. She would choke to death--then she'll be with her family up in heaven. That's it! It would solve all her problems.


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Harry sped out of the driveway in his car. He quickly got on the road, speeding; not knowing how fast he was going, but also not caring.

Where was she? He knew that Liz's first day living with him would lead to something disasterous. Poor girl...her family is gone..

to be continued later!! hopefully