Death By My Side

I just wanted it all to end. I couldn't take any more of it. It followed me everywhere I went. Torturing me, tearing me apart from the inside. What was it exactly, you ask? Death.

My name is Carolanne, and this is the story of my death. My whole family died when I was much younger, around the age of 8. I'm 15 now, so that was 7 years ago. See, I was in the car with my mom, dad, and little sister, Megan. My dad was driving, and he thought he saw a woman standing in the road (He was mentally ill, but no one knew about it, not even him). In an instant, he turned the wheel, and the only way was off the side of the bridge. There was no railing at that time, and we all just went off the bridge down in the water.

A person pulled me out of that car that day. I don't know who they were. It could have been an angel, or a demon. Why did they have to pull me out of that car? Why couldn't they just leave me there to die with my family like I was supposed to? But, since then I've lived with my grandma. I still live in this sucky town, by the name of Silverkeep. I get bullied by people at my school, physically and verbally. The girls call me things like a slut or a whore. The guys beat me. I usually don't go straight home after school, I go to the bridge and sit on the edge. After the accident, the town put railings on the sides of the bridge.