Flaming Tears

A slow chill crept down my spine as i received the news, the mere thought was blood curdling i could not believe what i was hearing. Yet deep in my heart i knew that this was no dream but just one of life's cruel games. My face flushed with hurt and disdain I felt the slow trickle of a tear making its way down my face. No longer able to hold it in I let out a cry of anguish and dread, a cornucopia of emotions swarmed by brain. Is it possible can this really happen to me.

Let me tell you who I am and please note this is my life, this is what I have encountered this is my experience and I hope it inspires someone.

My name is Shineque Saunders and I am fourteen years old. As a child my life was what you would call the American dream though I'm from Trinidad I was living the life. I had good grades good friends and good parents I lived as if I were queen Elizabeth herself. My mother though strict and stern was loving and kind and my father though easy going and calm was serious.

My life was just perfect. Until that dreadful day the day my perfect life began falling apart. And I was not privileged to have it fall apart slowly........NO!.........it started with one big junk of my soul. I had begged and pleaded with my mum to let me stay but she had made up her mind I was going to stay at my grand ma's tonight and that was final. And so I was dropped off at my grand ma's house. Even though I did not want to go I had to admit I always had fun at my grandparents house I played with dirt and pretended to be a chef (/.\) yes I'd use leaves and mud and I would sit alone in the yard and play by myself. I never had much friends as a child I usually stayed by myself with very little socialization with people of my age group.

I stayed up late that night I was watching Disney channel I was a Disneyworldaholic as a child. so I slept late that morning when I woke up it was not me I had not woken up at my own will I was awakened by grandmoms faces.Yes strange I know the both of them waking me up did I miss something was it my birthday or Christmas I was sure it could not be those but I had not the slightest clue as to the nature of the situation I was clue less.

I woke up puzzled yet happy my grand parents took me outside and put me to sit on the couch. The words that came out of their mouth sounded Greek or Latin of some sort what was she trying to say it just couldn't be that she made a mistake she had to have made a mistake. Right? "Your father was supposed to go to work this morning but he could not" what is she saying was he fired did he get into an accident 'will somebody say what the neck is going on here'

I wish I had not thought that because what she said after just stabbed me it punctured my soul like a thousand flaming daggers, my mind went blank I could no longer think straight before I knew it I was bellowing in horror "your father he could not go to work this morning bandits robbed the house and they shot him dey shoot yuh father why they had to do dat why" all I could see were faces of pity and sorrow swarming me I did not have a forethought I was crying uncontrollably it was a horrible time I had never felt this way before was my heart even ready for such a loss.

Here I was only seven years old and I had lost my father why was God being so cruel to me why was he punishing me did I do something wrong. Then to make matters worse I was taken home when I saw the blood the blood stains of my father were on the ground people were walking through it as if it were nothing my heart was throbbing the pain was too intense I could not take it I saw my mother and ran toward her but midway I was stopped by a police officer who said I could not speak to her now was he seriously going to prohibit me from getting comfort from my mother at a time like this was he seriously they heartless apparently he was but when my mother saw me she came to me and pushed the officer away and embraced that was what I needed I needed my mother. But the days after that I was normal I did not cry or feel sad I was okay far too okay for a little girl who lost her father. My grandmother noticed and suggested counselling but it never came through.