Bye Bye Baby

Bye Bye Baby -Chapter 2

Later that night, my parents went to the local court house to sign the divorce papers. It still hasn't set in that they're separating but I guess I should've seen it coming. I was in charge of babysitting Clara for the night, which can be quite a task. I was watching the season finale of "Next Top Model" and I can hear two little feet running down the stairs. "Chloeeee" Clara whines, "I'm bored". I noticed there was some sunlight still in the sky, as a result of the warm summer nights here in Pennsylvania. I grab a small soccer ball from the garage and take Clara to the front yard. We kick the ball back in forth, laughing and smiling the entire time. I go to kick the little white and black ball, but I forget that my legs are pure muscle (from my dance career) and I end up kicking it across the street. Before I can even move, Clara says "don't worry Chlo, I got it!" And runs into the street. "Clara, no!" I yell. She makes it to the other side of the street and I let out a sigh of relief. I turn my head for two seconds, and hear a scream. Not just any scream, a blood hurdling, cringe-worthy scream that could only belong to one person. Clara. I sprint to the middle of the street, and drop to the ground while I see a black Chevrolet pick-up truck speeding in the distance. I look down at the pale, lifeless body of my sister. First, a tear threatens my eye, then it all comes out. I sit in the middle of the street, bawling my eyes out over my dead sister. A neighbor must've saw me, because five minutes later, my street floods with policemen, firemen, and an ambulance. I get tugged away from Clara's body as an EMT tries to resuscitate her. All of a sudden, the familiar red Porsche Boxter (owned by my parents) speeds into the driveway. The doors slam open and my mom rushes to Clara's side. My dad looks at me with a harsh look and says "What the hell did you do?". I didn't know how to respond. It was all my fault...
**End of flashback**
It's been a month and a half. My parents hate me. When they finalized the divorce two weeks ago, my mother moved out and my dad is never home because of work. Even when he is home, he ignores me. All because "I killed his baby girl". Trust me, I miss Clara more than he ever will. That's why I want to be with her... That's why I'm killing myself...///more?