The Story of Her Life

Chapter 11

                    I quickly waded up the note and threw it on the floor of my truck. I started my truck and drove to my old house. My parents house. I parked on the street, noticing the yellow Police tape. Trying not to break the tape, I crawled under it. The door to the house was locked. There was a spare key underneath the welcoming mat. I moved the mat with my foot and picked up the key. I put the key in the lock and unlocked the door. The door opened with ease. On the floor, there  was still blood from my mom. It was still hard to look at. 

                  Walking into my bedroom, I went to the closet. Inside was my old duffle bag from when I was in Marching Band. I walked around picking up pictures, taking my sister's favorite stuffed animals, my Mom's jewelry. The house was passed down to me since my Father is now NIA. When Sean gets better, I planned on cleaning out and selling it. Now I was just taking the most important stuff. The duffle bag was starting to get heavy as I stuffed more and more stuff into it. I finally stopped stuffing things into the bag because the zipper wouldn't zip. I lugged the heavy duffle bag out to my truck and then I put it in the truck bed. 

                 The sky was a little cloudy. The sun was right overhead as I  was going back and forth between truck and the house. By the time I was done moving the stuff, I had six bags filled with all of my family's things and memories. Just in case that it rained again, I put a tarp over all the bags. There were so many memories in these bags that I can never replace. I got into the cab of the truck and put the key in the ignition. The truck roared to life and it kind of scared me a little. I laughed a little thinking that I was scared of my own truck. I drove through town and it was quiet. Before I could think about anything else, the car in front of me was hit onward. Luckily the two cars didn't hit me. I jumped out of the my truck and ran to the car that was in front of me. The front hood was smashed . The driver was bleeding all over his face. His hands were even crushed from the force of the collision. It was hard to look inside the car because of all the damage.  "Are you alright?"I asked. The driver nodded yes the best he could and moaned in pain. I stepped away from the car. Looking down on the ground, there was gasoline that was spilling out of the car. My worry was that the car was going to explode with him inside. 

                   I go back to the crushed car and talk to the driver as much as I could. "Sir, I'm going to try and get you out of here." He nods slowly. I look at his feet and see that they could be moved. By the look of this man, I would never be able to pull him out. Not with my body size. I turn around and see a muscular guy just standing there. "Hey you," I say to him and I get his attention. "Can you pull him out?" I ask. "I'm not that strong to pull him out." 

                   "Yeah," The muscular guy walks over and starts talking to the driver. The muscular guy then waves me back over. "There is a little girl in the back seat. You need to help her. He won't leave unless he knows she's safe. " 

                    I nodded my head and walked over to the backseat. I open the door and see a little girl in a car seat. She was awake and was now looking at me. I smile and say, "Hi I'm Madison and I'm going to get you out of here."She nods slowly. "Don't nod. You could have done something with your neck. All I want you to do is to stay still." 

               "Okay," a little voice comes out of her mouth.  

                     I gently pick her up and carry her in my arms. She weighed only about 30 pounds. I walked over to a patch of grass, away from the cars, and laid her on the ground. Her face was all cut up and had blood running down her face. I checked her pulse just to make sure, and thankfully she had one. I breathe a sigh of relief as I hold her. While I was looking around, I could feel her arms move. Looking down at my chest, there were pretty blue eyes staring at me. The blue eyed girl had pretty blonde hair with blood in from her injuries.  "Hi," I say to the child. She looked around and had a panic look on her face.  "You're going to be okay. I have you and I'm not going to let anything happen to you."