Numb. That's how I feel right now. Helpless and Numb. The rope is begining to burn my wrists as we watch Them drive away. I glance toward my little sister. She hangs her head in silence and I watch as dots form on her shorts from her tears. It's May. 77°F at 7:05 pm. In front of us, the dead remains of our mother and father. One word comes to mind. Help.
I wake up screaming as sobs wrack my body. The tears burn new trails as I try to regulate my breathing. My head snaps in the direction of the door as our social worker comes into my room to calm me down.
"Shh. It's okay. It's just a dream. Its not real. You're okay. Relax." she hushes.
"The hell it isn't real! It happened! She and I had to watch! Don't you tell me it isn't real because we all know it is!" I shout back.
"I want my sister. Now." I say a little quieter.
"Okay. I'll be right back with her." She whispers.
"Kate?" I ask.
"Yeah hun?" she says.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you. Thank you." I say, looking her in the eye.
"Its alright. Believe it or not, I don't blame you. I'd be snapping too." she smiles.
Kate disappears from the room and a minute later, my sister Melody comes in rubbing her eyes.
"Melody? Do you mind staying with me?" I ask.
"No. Did you have the nightmare again too?" she asks, her voice small.
"Yeah. I'm sorry I woke you up." I say back.
"It's okay Shasta. I was gonna ask Kate to bring you into my room but she came in right as I sat up." She replied.
I nod and she crawls into my bed and I scoot over, making room for her.
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I wake up the next morning to the smell of Bacon. Eew.
My dog, Sephira, excitedly licks my face as I sit on the floor to pull on my socks. Sephira, being a beagle, began sniffing at the air. I had asked my mom for a puppy when I was ten and a few days later she brought home Sephira. Being totally obsessed with the movie Eragon at the time, I named her Sephira after Eragon's dragon. I'm now almost seventeen and my sister is seven. I stomp downstairs to see my sister eating the greasy strips of bacon and almost gag at the sight. Almost. You see, when I was eight, I decided to do 4H with a pig. The thing that nobody told me was that the pig would be sold and killed in the end. So, naturally, I became attached to Big Bob, as I called him. Then, they took him from me one day, and killed him. I have never touched any pork since.
"How can you eat that? Even after Big Bob? Gross." I choke.
"Yeah I thought you would say that. I got you cereal and I made pancakes from scratch with whole wheat." She says back.
"With peanut butter and syrup I hope?" I say skeptically.
"Yes. Of course. Now hurry or you'll be late to school." she laughs.
Scarfing down my pancakes and cereal, I run upstairs and pull on my cloths. Then I brush my hair and grab my backpack before slipping on my flip-flops and running out the door with Melody at my heels. We reach the bus stop just as the bus driver pulls up. We climb on and sit down.
"Damn, I owe you $15 Sasha. She did show up." an annoyingly snotty voice states.
"Guess what Hillary?" I say, my voice sickeningly sweet.
"What now?" she huffs, rolling her eyes.
"Being a snotty little word that starts with a 'B' won't get you anywhere in life. You want to know why? Because no one wants to hang out with someone who constantly trashes people. And you know what else? Bullies like you only make others miserable because they are miserable and want to make others feel the same way. So back the hell off." I state confidently.
Ignoring her, I listen to my sisters giggles as she looks at Hillary's face. I manage to surpress a laugh of my own but I can't fight a smile. The bus soon pulls up to the school and Melody and I step off and head to her class.
"I'll see you after school okay?" I say, just like every day.
"Yup." She sighs.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I just want to go home." She whispers.
"Let's go talk to the office. I don't want to stay either."
She nods and grabs my hand, small silent tears sliding down her face. I know what she's thinking because I'm thinking the exact same thing. We walk slowly to the office to call Kate. Today just isn't a good day. We might as well just not go to school because we miss at least 2-3 days a week. Kate understands though. Who wouldnt? Our parents were killed a month ago.
The secretary points us to the phone and I quickly dial Kate's cell number. I wait for about 3 rings before she answers.
"Hello?"
"Kate,"
"I'm on my way." she sighs.
"Okay. And Kate?"
"Yeah hun?"
"Im sorry." I look down at my hands, feeling ashamed.
"Shasta, it's okay. Theres only a few days of school left anyway. Don't worry about it. No one is mad at you. I'm pulling into the parking lot. See you in a minute."
"Okay. Bye." I murmur.
I quickly let them know we were leaving before I grabbed Melody's hand. We walked quickly through the doors and strait to Kate's car. Climbing in, my sister looked out the window and didn't say a word.
"Thanks Kate." I say quietly.
She smiles and nods before we pull out of the parking lot.
We pull up to her house in a few minutes and Melody gets out of the car before the two of us. I sigh and get out as well. I wish things were not the way they are.
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Faith and Freedom
Teen Fiction"You can't honestly think that this smelly creature is the answer to my problems. Your insain. I am NOT going to Tennessee and you can't force me to! I'm FINE!" ******************************** Their parents were killed. Their lives were about to c...
