It was about three weeks ago. Her name is Sarah France and she was only 13 years old. It all started when Sarah and me were walking down the street from school.
"Sis, come on. I want to take the short cut," she said while pulling on my shirt.
"We can't. Last time we did that I almost got in trouble because you tripped and scraped your knee," I said while trying to get her to stop pulling on my shirt.
"Well, I'm sorry," Sarah said. "You know I'm clumsy."
"Not that clumsy," I responded.
As I thought about taking the short cut, I looked at the alleyway for a second then looked back at Sarah. When I looked at her, she gave me those puppy eyes of hers and I hate when she does that cause it always makes me want to say "yes" for some reason.
"Ugh, fine," I said, knowing that I'm going to have regrets doing this.
"Yes," Sarah said cheerfully.
"Why do you always act like a little kid even though your 13?" I asked as we walked down the alleyway.
"I don't know, I just do," Sarah respond.
"You know, sometimes I just don't get you."
".............." We stood in silence for a while.
"Look, I'm sorry if I hurt your feel- ."
Sarah pushed me aside and got stabbed. I didn't know what to do, everything happened so fast. The person who stabbed her got away, but I didn't have time for that.
"Please, hang in there Sarah," I said as I ripped a lower part of my shirt and pushed it on Sarah's wound so the bleeding would stop. I reached for my phone in my pocket, while I kept one hand on the wound.
"911, what's your emergency," the lady said.
"Please help, my sister's been stabbed and there's a lot of blood," I said while panicking.
"Calm down, tell me where you are right now."
"O - okay, I'm in the 4th alleyway on 3rd view street."
"Okay, we'll be there in 10 minutes."
"Please hurry." Ather they hung up, I put my phone back in my pocket.
"Sarah, can you hear me. Are you alright," I asked, not trying to cry.
"Well, not really, but don't worry. I'll be alright and I'll try to hang on," she said as she gently raised her hand up to my cheek.
"Please.... hang on."
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When I Turned 16 (Memories)
Teen FictionThis is a story about a 16 year old girl who goes through life facing her darkest fear...... her father who been very abusive to her and her mom from the very beginning.
