Well If You Didn't Guess It I'm Dead

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          Then I was standing, I knew what happened, I died. Mother and father rushed down the stairs and over to my lifeless body, my mother started crying her tear trailed one after another into a puddle of salty tears on the floor. She was knelt at my body looking down into my big brown eyes, then she softly ran her hand down my face and shut them, she then started running her fingers through my hair and started to cry harder and harder. My dad was on the phone he'd called 911, mother had stood up and walked over to my father after he finished making the call.

          My mother stuttered."Sh-sh-e i-s g-gone."

          My mom cupped her hands over her face, and leaned on dad, she started to cry again. You could hear her cry's echoing down the long drewery hallways in all directions, bouncing from wall to wall never to end. I heard my brothers footsteps. He was walking over to the stair case. My father yelled up to him to go back to bed, Max's footsteps got quieter and quieter until I heard them no more.


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