The Day I Lived

Adrenaline

I look at him. " How long have you known." He looks at me not quite understanding what I'm talking about. I take out the picture. "This! How could you have let me suffer this long!" I crook at my last few words. "How could you let Lila get murdered." He's eyes show nothing but guilt and pain. " You were nine when I left. Lila was three. I was fourteen I couldn't take the pain anymore. If I turned back the clock I would have taken you and Lila with me. I'm so sorry." He looks down. I let out a breath. I grab my jacket and I walk out.

Every nerve in my body is tingling. I rush of speed is coming over me. I reach 80 then 90 my hair in the wind. My life out of my hands. I feel free, alive the adrenaline running through my veins. I hear sirens behind me. I smile in delight. My hands rap around my motorcycle. I start to speed up laughing with joy. The highway is clear just me the road and the cop behind me.

I keep driving feeling alive but my fun comes to an end when I turn the corner to around ten cop cars great. I slow my bike down and out my hands above my head. Police swarm around me handcuffing me. The search my bike then me. The whole time I keep a smile on my face. Won't this be fun.

"I don't understand why you can't just let me out. I mean we're is the fun in that." I say each word with crazy in my voice. "We can go out and have fun!" I giggle with glee. "Won't that be fun."

The guard doesn't even flinch. I run my hands across the bars. My eyes twitch as I stare at the door.I twirl my hair though my hand. I lick my lips. I start to sing an old song my parents used to sing. My voice is a mixture of evil and crazy.

Come little children
I'll take thee away, Into a land
Of enchantment
Come little children
The time's come to play
Here in my garden
Of shadows
Follow sweet children
Through all the pain and
Sorrows
Weep not poor children
For life is this way
Murdering beauty an passions
Hush now dear childre--

The guard slammed his gun into the bars. "If you don't like my singing you could have just said so" I grumble. I keep humming the song. I lay on the dirty old bed. Tick tock tick tock. I close my eyes as much has I tried it took me over.

I hear heavy foot steps march towards me . I look around I was sitting in cell. I start to panic. My screams eco though the halls. My breath becomes rapid and loud. I see Dylan rush to me. "What happened ! Are you ok?". I ignore him I have other hinge on my mind"Were am I! What happened !" He looks at me puzzled. "You were caught speeding, you went over a 100". My eyes grow wide my mouth grows dry. The police officer shows a security camera of me last night. My face turns white.

My sobs grow loud. "Dylan, I don't remember anything from last night after I left the house. I..I don't remember". Dylan bailed me out from jail and had brought me home. I was currently on the living room chairs grabbing my knees. "I could have di..died"!

Dylan is in the kitchen making me soup he keeps looking back at me. He paces back and fourth probably wondering if he should lock me up or just plain shoot me. Then he wouldn't have a crazy younger sister to deal with.

I manage to wobble my way to Dylan I put my hand on his back. I whisper.

"Thank you"

With that I go to sleep.

RUN! She's coming! Please I will do anything anything! Please! Ple-

I jolt up as I her her screams in my mind. Her pain echoes through my head. Her screams were my fault i was the one that caused them. It felt good. No it felt amazing. She felt the pain that had taken over me. There is no other feeling like digging the knife into her chest. Hearing her screams. The screams that my little sister felt. This was just a dream. This time am out for thick red blood.
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I wanted to end it now even though this is supper short. Sorry and I didn't proof read it yet so double sorry.