-Carsani
A boy bare foot clumsily walks onto the edge of the road. He falls a few times and gets back up like he was being pulled by an invisible force. Without thinking I wheel myself in his direction.
I couldn't add it up. What was he trying to do? The closer I was I could see he wasn't in the right state of mind and of all the things I could do this was the silliest.
But as I wheeled forward determined, I thought maybe this could be the greatest achievement of my life. I was so used to people trying to save my life.
I was going to try and save his.
The boy looked to be around my age, and I wondered where his parents were. I couldn't step a foot outside without an army of doctors and twenty one questions.
But then again I was the one that was sick. Apart from his obvious drunkenness he looked perfectly fine.
I wait for an opening and as the road became emptier and the cars disperse I push forward onto the main road and reach an arm out.
I'm blinded midway as broken lights stream through the foggy darkness. I'm unable to reach him in time.
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-Darcy
I knew Mother's husband equalled to a pig, I hardly suspected he would not only be a women beater but a....
I couldn't allow these thoughts to continue. But I should have known, he was hitting my mother, of course he was also hurting her in other ways.
So incredible naive of me to think otherwise.
I turn the wheels to the left and follow the sounds of an nearby ambulance. I steadily control the thumping of my heart.
Deep breath.
The whimpering of my Mother was causing the refrained calmness to fade. The blood on my hands was drying.
"Genevieve, I'm losing Genevieve." Mother cried from the back. She started to pray in French, and then Italian and more languages I had been forbidden to learn.
I hold out my hand. Out bloody hands join together. I pressed my foot on the wheel, going over the accepted speed limit. This small move against the rules caused goose bumps to form.
I knew nothing but to conform to the rules of a tyrant.
Perhaps I was really naive. Because I could still taste the kiss Darius left upon my lips. The pig couldn't get anywhere near me as Darius had followed me out.
He'd saved and then kissed me. I pondered on how his wife would take it if she ever knew.
Her husband smitten with the half breed.
At the edge of a turn I could see the rise of a large building.
"Mother where here. Do not fret, I can see the building. Where here mother." I say and a inch of hope clings onto my bare arms.
I turn back at her silence. Her small body was crumpled within itself. Her small hands hugging her stomach but it was the blood that stopped my heart.
The blood that drowned her form. The blood that was all over the white interior of the car.
But I could still see the small rise of her chest, there was still time.
"Mother don't you want to see Genevieve." It was the name we decided to give my unborn sister. We planned to have day outs commemorating her. I knew mom was insistent to make Genevieve's life a celebration since mine was more of a punishment.
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