The Living dream

Chapter Four

The truck had hit Emily head on at 45 miles an hour. Emily was lying on the road with a tire track on her body and Clara's face was shattered. Blood started to pool under Emily staining Clara and the blood found its way into Clara's head. Emily's pretty blonde hair was stained red matching Claras in a way, her head was visibly cracked, blood was quickly pouring, her blue shirt had a black tire mark and her jeans had blood pooling at the knees. The man in the yellow truck came to an immediadent stop getting out in a panic looking at the girl and the brain that was slightly visible. He pulled out his phone and quickly called an ambulance. The last movement Emily ever made was squeezing Clara's tiny porcelain hand. Emily's eyes fogged over there was no shine anymore. The ambulance got there 10 minutes too late. The blue and red sirens pulled up and hand-cuffed the man who had hit Emily and put him in the back of the car as they wheeled the little girl into the ambulance. The panicked father that had just arrived talked frantically to the cop as the ambulance drove off.

"How's Emily? How's my little girl doing? Do you have her doll? She would kill me if I didn't bring it back to her." The man making a joke in hard times.

The police officer handed him a box with the shattered doll.

"I'm sorry to tell you sir but the EMT's were too late I'm sorry for your loss." the officer stated Solemnly

Eric dropped to the ground clutching the box with Clara in it to his chest as he sobbed over losing his little girl who hadn't even made it to double digits. Eric sat on the road sobbing over his happy little blonde daughter who was so happy about being able to go to her first sleepover that weekend and she didn't even make it to the thing. He just sobbed there was nothing else he could do. Eric drove home and put the box in the mailbox back to the doll maker. He couldn't keep something his daughter loved so much if he couldn't even save her. He couldn't look at the doll when he knew how much happiness it brought his little monkey when he ripped that away from her by not telling her to check twice, he knew how bad her memory was why couldn't he remember to remind her of one simple thing. He was a failure to himself and to his Emily.