My name Miranda. I am seventeen years old. At home it is kinda lonely because it is just my little brother, and I. I have learned how to protect my brother, Jake, from the misery. Even though have not learned how to protect myself.
My parents died Friday, February the thirteenth a few months ago. This haunting day was also my birthday. I had a party with my friends, at my house. One of my friends managed to get her hands on some rare drug. Everyone went out of control with this drug. My other friend went up to my parents room and did something I never thought she would do. Rachel went upstairs in my parents bathroom and put the rare drug in their toothpaste.
After the party, my mom and dad were getting ready to go to bed. They took out the mint toothpaste, not knowing what was in it.While they were brushing their teeth, they felt their body shake vigorously. Suddenly, a loud thud and scream was heard from upstairs. I raced upstairs as quickly as I could. Jake was shouting at the top if his lungs, "Call 911!!! Call 911!!!". I ran past the office and grabbed the phone that was sitting on the desk. My hands were trembling when I frantically dialed 911. The operator answered the phone and help was on the way. I sprinted to my parents bathroom and saw that they were on the floor unconscious.
They were taken to the hospital immediately . The doctor came out of the ICU and then he walked up to me and said, " I have some bad news to tell you. Your parents are dead". That night I cried myself to sleep.
