Twelfth Day.
It was my fourteenth birthday my parents, my two year old sister and I were having a picnic and then we would head to an amusement park later.
“Daddy! Daddy! Look how high I can fly my kite!” Bella says running the the grass which had spread really far on the property. Then there was a road where cars sped no matter the speed limit.
“These cars are going so fast.” my mom commented as she looked at the speeding cars that flew by every few minutes before turning her attention to Bella.
“Bella! Come here, come get the ball.” my father says welcoming the now, running two year old into his open arms.
She began to play with the ball and that is when tragedy struck. The ball began to roll away and she began to run after it.
My father began to chase her trying to catch her up as a car was coming speeding up the road the same time. My dad did not make it to Bella in time...
My life changed the moment Bella passed. Things became different. My mom was ‘ill’ and my dad became an alcoholic.
Bella was the only reason I stayed strong. She was only two but, she meant everything to me.
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Author’s Note
I hope you guys enjoy this story. This idea was inspired. 🌼 Sorry if this sucks.
My cover for this book as well as Schizophrenia & Written In Red was made by fuhlair
Isn’t it beautiful? 😭
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