Sokeefe Snippets

Trapped

Yeesh, I disappeared for a long time I'm so sorry about that. I'm not giving excuses all I'll give is an apology for abandoning my story for so long. This year has been one rollercoaster. Let me just do a quick rant(skip if you want):

Wow, so my parents got reported for child abuse and I was like taken to the Child Protective Services centre at like midnight straight after school(which mind you ended at 7pm) and like came home at 2am, this journey to the centre included investigations and an interrogation along with rushing me to the hospital(alone while my parents went home) to check on the scars my parents gave me. How cool. Then like I lied quite a lot (srsly my nose must be so damn long) to make sure my parents didn't go to jail, ha ha...ha. And then we made another trip to the police headquarters(also straight after school which ended at 5.30pm that day) and cue another round of interrogating me and my parents. More lies. Then they closed the case. :D 

Cool anyway hope you guys like reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love you guys a lot thanks for all the love and support! <3

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         Flickers of light. Red. Blue. Blinding white light. Haze. Fog. Screams. Glass shattered and shards rained down on her as her little sister, Amy, cried out in pain. Sophie shielded herself with her mother's scarf and closed her eyes. Sharp searing white light shot through her eyelids and her eyes watered. " Mom, dad," she croaked, not liking the coppery taste of crimson liquid at the side of her lips.

Amy was still crying and her father's neck was twisted in an awkward angle as his head rested on the steering wheel. Her mother, her movements sluggish but desperate, tried to twist around in their tipped car to reach over to the kids in the back. Amy's insistent crying did not let up and it cut into Sophie's head, feeding her brewing migraine.

" Sophie, you're sister-" Her mom stuttered, reaching out her hand to grasp Amy's head but her sentence got cut off as her eyes drooped and she fell silent. For the first time, Sophie lifted her head and her eyes fixed on a gruesome sight. Amy's head was stuck out the window, her neck looking like it had snapped. Amy's cries faded out as another jerk hit the car and her head lolled out the window, her neck snapping. her mother sobbed as a painful crack sounded. Sophie, shielded by a suitcase, was the only one not horribly hurt.

Her consciousness drifted in and out, black then white. Black. White. Black. Was it only black? No, white. ouch. white. Red. Why was there red lights? Now there was blue. Sophie's throat closed in. She...why wasn't there pain? She—she was supposed to feel pain. But where was the pain? She could feel a burning in her lungs. What does that mean? Cold chilly air hit as someone dressed in...was that black? It looked like blue. Maybe it was black after all. The person ran over and spoke into something. What was that? Who was that? And then Amy was carried away. " Where are you taking my sister?" she wanted to scream. But she couldn't, she couldn't open her mouth. Couldn't find her voice. Why was that? She wanted to—needed to scream. She wanted her sister back. Now her father was being carried away too.

" Come back!" she wanted to beg. "Don't leave me," she wanted to plead. She hated when people left her. Her mother was carried out next. Why didn't anyone save her? Why didn't anyone bring her with her family? Her father always said, "Family sticks together, Soph." so why weren't they sticking together? And what was that weight on her chest? It's crushing her. The suitcase. Its a suitcase. Her suitcase. Where were they going? Her grandparent's house, she remembered. It was supposed to be a vacation. What happened? She didn't know. One moment they were driving and singing songs, one moment she had demanded her father turn around to kiss her cheek and the next? Something hit them and Sophie remembered tipping sideways, like those rollercoasters that she went on when she was 5 which made her sick. And then glass shattered. Windows she thinks? Her head hit something and her suitcase fell forwards, she remembered that. She remembered the stinging pain on her head as it hit her head and covered her. And...

" There's another girl in there!" someone yelled. Another girl? Who was that other girl? She didn't know everything was too fuzzy. Something dripped from her left eye and the burn in her lungs grew hotter. She was carried out and the stinging cold air whipped against her cheek. Ouch. Why were her lungs still burning? They burned hotter than the Florida heat.

" Sophie!" Oh. Sophie. That's her isn't it? Why was the person calling her?

A boy's face face flashed as he pleaded, " Foster, breathe!" Who was that? He looked familiar, with blonde hair and piercing ice-blue eyes. Breathe? Breathe what? Air. Oh. AIR. Is that why her lungs were burning? Because she needed air? Hmm, she seems to have forgotten how to breathe. her lungs didn't like that, they punished her by burning hotter, threatening to collapse.

A stinging pain across her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open as she gasped upright, gulping the sweet air to relieve the pain in her lungs. " Breathe. Breathe Sophie," someone whispered. At first, she couldn't tell who it was until her eyes adjusted to the darkness before her and she could vaguely make out the outline of blonde hair. Where did he come from? How was he here? Sophie's head spun with unspoken questions but the boy seemed to know exactly what's happening. He settled beside her, pulling her into his chest and kissing her temple. "Your okay, sweetheart. Your okay, I'm here. You're here. Safe." He whispered into her hair and clarity washed over her.

"Keefe," she whispered and he held her tighter. "Focus, darling. Breathe," he advised, his voice soothing the ache in her chest.

She had been trapped in the storm of her own mind. She focused on breathing, taking in air rhythmically. In, out. In, out. Repeat.

She was in her bed she realised, the bed at her house. A place she called home after she was adopted by a nice couple. Though it changes nothing, Sophie has been having nightmares and panic attacks from that fatal car accident that killed her entire biological family. Everyone but her even though it was her fault they were all gone now. If she hadn't distracted her father—

"Hindsight is a dangerous game, darling. Don't go down that path," Keefe whispered, his hands tracing soft circles on her back. He seemed to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling.

However, Sophie couldn't shake off the image of Amy—her head twisted grotesquely, her cries fading away. It haunted Sophie, but it was now interspersed with fragments of hope. Her mind replayed the moments before the accident. Her father's smile, her sister's taunts, her mother's embrace. Memories flickered like an old movie in her mind and she let herself cry into Keefe's chest while he whispered soothing words into her ear. His embrace similar to her father's. Yet this was so much more.

She would overcome this. Put it behind her and get one whole night's rest. Don't know how or when but she would. Probably with Keefe beside her.

                   Think I'll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky

   oof its a bit sloppy but I tried. Go on to read Hallway Love. I liked that one way more.

Again, thank you for all the love and support !

Your annoyed author,

Iris~