A Girl Stood

Whining widdow

The boy paced in his room, cradling a sniffling child. The girl had left hours ago and still hasn't made it back. She wasn't answering her phone and no one has talked to her lately. The young child screamed and cried louder every time he turned with force. The boy was sweating even though it was freezing outside and inside he house. This was the first time something's ever happened like this and he had no idea who to contact first. He put the phone down and decided he was going to look for her himself. He started to get dressed to head into the snow when the phone rang. Even the baby stopped crying when she herd the noise and looked over in curiosity. The boy stumbled over to the phone in a hurry and answered.
"Amy!?" He yelped loudly, hoping it was her telling she was ok.
"I'm sorry mister Harris, this is officer Stang from the Hook Town police station. I'm afraid to report that your wife suffered a terrible car accident."
"A...my.." He murmured into the phone almost dropping it from shock. "My wife is gone? Please say she's ok! We have a baby! I've known her so long! Is she in the hospital? Is she dead?" He cried into the phone, the police quickly explained everything. Davis continues to get ready and put the baby into nice thick clothing. He carried her out and they walked a mile from the house where they reached a car. The windows were all busted in and the metal was dented. The car laid on its side and his wife was no where to be seen, the police man who called the boy walked up and they talked. The poor child didn't know what was happening, her eyes darted everywhere at once. Bright red and blue light lit up the night sky, cars were backed up on the highway for miles, all kinds of men and women in uniforms walked around. The baby saw to men in white carrying a woman, a woman who's hair was in a bun and her skin was tanned. The baby couldn't tell her father that her mother was there, she didn't have the strength to call out, all she could do was out her pale hand over her dad's shoulder and try her best to reach. The cold snow made her head start to get cold, even though her tears froze to her cheeks she continued to try to get to her mother, who was soon laid in a large white van with sirens and driven away. Two days later he boy rocked in a swing attached to an old oak tree, it had no leaves and the branches were weak. He rocked softly starring into the setting sun, the snow was melting and the baby in his arms was sleeping soundly, so he thought. The baby dreamed over and over of watching her mother being taken away. All David could think of was "what to do".