Those last days with the gang vividly plaid over and over in my head as we sat at the Dingo celebrating my 8th birthday.
I blew out the candles as the waiters and my parent sang me happy birthday. I smiled at my parents and they smiled back.
One of the very empty smiles that perfectly match my fake emotion with my heart built to be a wall of lies.
My parents handed me a card and I opened it. I read, Happy Birthday Sweet Pea! Now 8 years old! We love you so much and hope all your birthday wishes come true. Love Mary and Jonathan.
I smiled once more looking up at them. Last thing I every did before the Dingo blew to bits and pieces.
What do you know, my one wish did come true. To be with my real parents the ones I actually care about up in heaven. No longer did I have the empty pain stuck in my chest. I didn't know I had the horrid feeling weighing me down until I finally let go. Before I was so scared of death, now it's just a timeless delight.
YOU ARE READING
Taking the Last Punch
FanfictionThis won't be your average lovey-dovey fan fiction. The only love in this story is the love Sweet Pea has for her family. At the young age of 7, Sweet Pea takes all the bullets fired at her. After her parents death she has a hard time healing. When...
