He picked up the fruit he bore with his strong arms, marvelling at how light she had become, how could he have not relized how thin she was? Tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision and streaming down his face. He sprinted down the creaking stairs and out the front door to his car. The smart thing to do would have been to call 911, but he was the type of man that had to take action, had to be the hero. He placed the limp form of a girl into the back seat of his car, blood covering her deathly pale figure. He sped down dark streets and aveues, finally screaching to a stop infront of the hospital doors. He picked up her body, cradeling her in his arms, her chest wasn't rising and falling like it had faithfully for 15 short years. Doctors and nurses rempromanded him when he made it inside, they took her lifeless form from him. He fell to his knees, filled whith sorrow and regret. How could his little girl, his baby be gone? He could't belive it, how did he not notice the apple of his eye in sop much pain? He could have stopped this from happening, but it was too late now, she was gone.
A short bit of teen suicide <3 a very important subject that most teens are exposed to.
