The Day I Lived

Death

This story will not have swearing😘

SORRY FOR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND SPELLING  I WILL FIX THEM SOON

In my world there are two kinds of death. One when your heart stops beating and two when your soul stops living. I wish I could have felt the first one but I didn't. I had to experience something much more painful.

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Day one
It was Saturday and I woke up to the sound of fighting coming from down stairs. I heard a crash of glass breaking into millions of pieces. My dads loud voice booming threw the walls. I cry out when I see me seven year old sister screaming as she rushes into the room with tears in her eyes. I hugged her letting her sop into my arms she was my little angel. I was nine when Lila was born. I nearly raised her myself. I have never loved anyone more considering she is the only one That loves me.

The argument had stoped but my moms car is gone. She normally leaves for three days then comes back. I tiptoe down stairs hopeful that I could get into the car without waking him. As I reach the bottom of the stairs I see me dad in the living room chair. Even from ten feet away i could smell the alcohol on his breath. I try to get past him to the door but before I can even take a step he stands up.

He looks at me then Lila with disgust. He gurgles his words " you disgust me. I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't even my child. You look nothing like me. " I he said that with a snarl. He was right though we both look nothing like him we both have light blond hair with dark blue green eyes and peach skin. My "father" I stoped calling him that the day he first laid his hand on my face. He has jet black hair and light blue eyes a tanned skin.

He glared at me with death in his eyes. He gradually pulled out a gun from his back pocket aiming it at Lila. I try to step back but my body couldn't move. He turned off the safety. I flinched. I tried to grab Lila but before I could make out a foot he pulled the trigger hitting me in the shoulder. All I felt was a pinch. All I cared about was getting out. I heard another gun shoot I feel Lila's body drop.

I see blood coming out of her chest. I hear my dads foot steps then the car engine. That coward, he ran away. I would get my revenge but for now all I cared about was saving Lila. She was unconscious from the impact of the floor. I ran to the kitchen and grab a towel and rap it around her wound stopping the blood. Then everything goes black.

I wake up to sirens. I slowly open my eyes there are people all around me. They start asking me questions but I don't listen I tried to speak but all that came out was a quiet whisper. I tried
to get up but I was strapped to the bed. I start to freak out. I scream and try to move. A young woman tries to calm me down telling me everything is fine. I try to form the word we're is my sister. Still nothing came out. She tells me to relax and try no to speak. I close my eyes waiting for it to go back to my life.

Once I again I wake to the sound of people around me I look down at my shoulder in stead of skin there is a clean white bandage. Everything comes back to me. My dad the gun my sister. I start to stand up to find her but I barely make it far. A brown haired nurse asks me to go back to bed. I ignore and keep wondering the halls my pace picks up and before I know it I'm sprinting. I go past every door I see looking in each one. Finally a man tells me to go back to bed. I look over he isn't much older then me. I try to continue looking but he doesn't let me. He picks me up and puts me in wheelchair. I try to in pry is hand from holding onto me. I keep struggling to get him off me. Finally I gave up and let him wheel me back to me room.

He helps me back into bed. I ask him we're my sister is. He says "she is in surgery at the moment you were shoot in the shoulder and had to go into surge-". I said all I want to know is about my sister she is only seven I whimper. You have to save her. " At the moment I don't know much about it I will keep you posted. In the mean time the cops would like to ask you a few questions, okay". I croaked out what I hoped sounded like ok.

A few minutes later the police came in they asked me what happened as much as it pained me to. After the police left the doctor came in. He asked me one of the simplest questions anyone could be answer yet I couldn't tell him at least I didn't want to. He asked me my name.

Some might say a name is who you are and how you will grow up. If that was true I would have a family that loves me and a sister who isn't in surgery and a murder for a dad because my name is Heaven Marie Jay. And with a name like that isn't your life supposed to be perfect. I never new why my parents named me that because I wasn't I gift from Heaven to them. Maybe at one point the loved me but whatever was there is gone.

I stared at him blankly as he waits for my answer. He asks me again this time I just said May. Once again he asks for my full name this time I tell him "Heaven Marie Jay" he thanks me and walks out. I close my eyes and drift back to sleep.

My eyes shoot open as I hear my mother voice out side. I think of what to do. I could run but what about Lila. Before I could think of a plan an older woman walks in. She tells me she's from social services. She says her names Jose. She takes a seat next to me. She asks m many questions about my mother and family and how long they have hit me. If it was just me or Lila to. Each question brings back the painful memories. When she's done Jose gives me a sympathetic look then walks out.

I didn't see my mom again. Not that I was complaining though. The doctor came in with a pained look on his face. I new what was coming but I couldn't except it. He tell me there was nothing they could have done. That I had given her time but not enough. A single tear runs down my cheek. I start to yell at him saying that this was his fault! He killed my only family! Nurses run in from the commotion I keep screaming at the top of my lungs. The doctor gives me a shot to calm me down. But I couldn't I had lost the only thing I had to live for. The only thing in this cruel world I had. I was going to go home to a empty home wth no one. My sobs kept going for hours. The doctor stayed with me the whole time. Then I saw him the murder of my sister, the murder of my life.