My little fire

cold hearted

Leaela's pov:
pronunciation: (lee-el-a)

"Get your fucking hands off me you dirty ass prick!" I yelled sternly. I was terrified and it has to be obvious. "Shut the fuck up before I make you!" Said the man holding me still.

I still couldn't believe this was happening. Why would they want me?

"Ow! Fucking ass-hole!" I yelped in pain as I winced my eyes at the sharp pain of a needle injecting my right arm.

My vision blurred. I started to see nothing but darkness. I thought I was dying. I've always heard that when you die, the last sense you lose is hearing. So the fact I couldn't feel, see, or smell scared the shit out of me. I couldn't even smell the retched scent of my boyfriends blood, laying beside me on the concrete.

I heard them talking. Their deep but oddly attractive voices were stern. They spoke in heavy russian accents, but in American, which at the time I was still learning. I knew how to speak it and understand it, it was the grammar and spelling that was really hard.

It's hard to learn a new language after speaking another one your whole life.

I could only think about three things..

Lionel. Zoey. And my grandpa.

When I was little I wasn't close with anyone, except sevianna. (See-vi-anna) I was born in russia, and lived there up until recently..

I was studying for a really big test on a Sunday afternoon, my parents said I could stay home from the canoeing trip they were about to go on. I didn't really like the outdoors anyways, but my sister tagged along with them. I waved them goodbye, but was rushing around so much I didn't say love you before they left.

It was getting late, I assumed traffic was bad or something like that. But I got a knock on the door. I was excited to see sevianna, and my parents of course, but it wasn't them. It was the police.

"Leaela?"  One cop asked.

"Y-yeah?" I stuttered.

"We are very sorry to inform you, but there has been an accident."

I knew what that meant.

I knew they would never be coming home again.

"W-what happened.."

"There was very harsh winds, and the river was flowing too fast. The currents grew strong. And their canoe crashed."

"I-" I said in disbelief.

"No body survived."

Hot tears flowed down my face. My mascara running along with it.

"Your sister suffered the worst. She didn't drown although inhaled a lot of water. She hit her head on a sharp rock, and bruised her body up, breaking a shocking amount of bones. She made it to the hospital, but died an hour later."

"Oh my g-god" I cried.

She was such a good person. She was graduating college in a couple weeks. She had a loving boyfriend and was really good at drawing and dancing.

I hated that she had to suffer for so long like that. FUCK I hated she was gone for fucking ever!

"We are so sorry for your loss. Does anyone else live with you?"

I was too shocked to answer.

"Ma'am?"

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. My throat was hot and sore. I couldn't feel my body. I collapsed on the floor and broke down.

After a while I was able to stand up and they led me to the station and called my next of kin. My grandpa.

He wasn't so well off but i didn't care. I was in too much pain to give a fuck. I didn't eat. I didn't speak. I was in hell. I grew cold. Cold hearted. I didn't care about anyone or anything.

I was only 15.

Only 15...