The Day I Died

Authors Note:

In am new to Watt Pad and not sure how this will go. Please comment (if it sucks PLEASE tell me) I want to grow as a writer and learn from my mistakes. Comment. Vote. Enjoy.

Allmeena

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My life was shorter than most,I died at the age of fourteen. When I died I felt a lot of pain and sorrow. Other than my friends no one else knew what had happened, not even my parents knew what happened to their precious daughter; and I wanted it to stay that way.

I was killed in a remote town, Ashleigh, North Carolina; named after the founder of this one person town, Mr. Elmer Ashleigh. Now he died one-hundred and eight years ago on this very day. It's about time ya'll learned my death.

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I had many friends.....most of which were just people I knew, they didn't really care about me, and I never really paid them any mind. Shaila was one of those people, she also was the ninth grade party girl, and of course she threw a party we would all remember for the rest of our lives; even me which I would remember even after my life because it was the reason I had died.  I was her next door neighbor so of course I was invited to every party she threw, and I was always the odd ball because well, I was NOT popular. The party had started and as always I was fashionably late. When I arrived, of course I got several stares that said "what is going on? Why is someone like Reena, a non-popular freak here?" My answer will always be " I wish I wasn't there."

I walked into a mess of nasty beer and drugs. I was sadly not surprised...every party Shaila had was like this. Making an attempt to get noticed for being the cool girl, I took the dare to drink a beer. At the moment I thought for sure it would be fine, it was only one beer right? No that was the biggest mistake I made in the fourteen years I lived on that earth. One became two and two became four until I was up to my eighth dared beer. It had gotten to the piont where I could barely make out faces and sounds. I was not ignorant on the effects of over-drinking, and so I knew it was time for me to go home before I passed out. If only i had stayed a bit longer.

As I made my way across the lawn I felt a cold wind whip  across my face. My adrenaline was pumping and I was, for the first time in a while, scared. I started to run but was stopped short by, what seemed like, a force field. My eyes were still blurry so I couldn't see what was going on. As my eyes started to focus I saw a figure form from the dust. I had seen the pictures from the history books and I knew exactly who was standing in front of me. It was non-other than Elmer Ashleigh. He smiled the most wicked smile I had ever seen, and the next thing I knew he was reaching into his pocket for something that didn't seem to be there. "I'll be back." he said, and vanished. I tried to run ,but it seemed as if my legs were glued to the ground with cement, and that very next second he was standing in front of me again, but this time is smile seemed evil. He held something in his hands that was shiny and made of metal. Instantly I knew what he held was a knife and feared for my life. I said a quick prayer, but I guess god didn't feel like helping because the next thing I knew I was on the ground. My stomach was searing with pain and a pool of blood was forming right under me. I tried to scream but a lake of blood was forming in my mouth and throat which prevented me from saying anything. I looked up only to meet the eyes of Elmer, not even noticing the gun in his hands, I asked his to let me go home and get help. My answer was a bullet to my shoulder putting me in even more pain than before. Finally, Shaila heard and came outside to see if everything was all right. She screamed at the sight of my wounded body and ran over to see if I was all right. By the time she reached me I couldn't breath, I could barly hear her say my face was turning purple. Could they not see him!?!?!?! He was strangling me! His hand was wrapped so tightly around my neck that I had forgotten all about the immense pain in my stomach and shoulder. Then it was gone, everything was gone. Shaila was gone, Elmer was gone, and I was gone.