I saw the light leave her eyes as I grasped her pale hand, begging her to stay. But of course, death never happens that way. Death will strip you of all life, just like it will strip your family of happiness, and it will keep on taking, like a hungry beast who can't get enough in his mouth.
She lay in her bed, her mouth parched and dry, her eyes glazed over with her tiny hand resting in mine. She was too young to die.
A sudden rush of hate ran through me, so strong that I had to cling onto the beds' metal railing to hold me steady. I felt my face burn, and my left eye start to twitch. I could barely breathe, my throat was so clogged up with anger.
This is so unfair! Why does Milly have to die? She doesn't deserve this- she has had her whole life mapped out since she was five. This is all my fault. If only I had let her play with me, then she would not have run out and been hit by that car. I choked, tears streaming down my cheeks; a reflection of Milly's face, when I had yelled at her to stop being so annoying and to go away.
I had been doing my homework at the time, when she ran in through my bedroom door, her face alight with hope.
'Hey Kiara, can I play with your dolls?' she asked, her short, brown hair bouncing on her shoulders.
I looked at her, disgusted, then glanced towards the overflowing container filled with old and discarded dolls from my childhood.
'No.' I answered. 'They are mine, and you have your own, loser!' Milly's face crumpled.
'But...but...,' she trembled, looking as if she was about to cry. I hated it when she pulled this face, and it caused my anger to rise.
'But...but...,' I mimicked her. 'Just go away, and play fairyland by yourself!'
'But my dolls are all broken, and they look ugly, and yours are pretty!' Milly wailed. 'Please!' She stretched out the word, making it sound incredibly annoying and babyish.
'I said NO!' I screamed at her. 'Just go away, loser, you're so annoying! Why don't you just run away - nobody likes you anyway!'
Milly burst into tears, her face a picture of agony, then she screamed at me.
'Why are you so mean Kiara? I hate you!' She ran out my bedroom, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, and stumbled downstairs. I had gone too far.
'Milly, wait!' I yelled after her. 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean that! Come back!'
But she hadn't stopped, racing on blindly through the kitchen, the laundry and the front door. She sprinted across the garden and onto the road.
'Come on, you can play with my dolls- you can even play with my designer doll!'
That got her to stop. 'Really!' She exclaimed.
'Yes.' I breathed a sigh of relief.
'Okay. I forgive you then.' She started to walk towards me. 'I forgiv-'
That was the last time I saw her move. The car slammed into her, sealing her fate.
I sobbed, clutching her hand for last moments of her life, listening to her fading heartbeat.
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