A Short Story : A Story?

“I...I don’t know. Sometimes I wish dad would just come back. And other times I wish he was never alive. He left us, to suffer with an alcoholic mother, while he’s probably living a good life with another wife who’s 20 years younger than him.” I rolled up my sleeve, tracing the scars on my wrist. We stared at the passing cars, hoping one of those was mom’s.

*Slam*. The door shuts. The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Leah left and I heard the car start up. We’ve never gotten in a fight like this. Tears started streaming down my face. The tears started streaming down my face harder and harder by the second. AGHHHHH I screamed. I slowly got up from the table the chair squeaking making the same sound it made when Leah left. WOOSH. I think that was the fastest I’ve EVER turned around. I saw a small shadow. Nobody else was home. but there was still a shadow? I walked around the corner…nothing. I ran upstairs and WOOSH again. I checked my bedroom and Leah’s bedroom. There was nothing in there.

Without another word she nodded her head and pulled herself together as she softly closed the door to my car. I felt the rush of cold air when she opened the door to leave. The chilling wind entered the car and spread to my soul. It wasn’t until two weeks later that i’d realize the effect my irreversible decision had caused.

“You left me, alone, with barely the hope that you were still alive. And all I get is this cryptic letter, seven years later?”

Tears trickle down my cheeks as I try to convey today’s horrors. I was shaken up with what had occurred I couldn’t I am no longer with Derek as he has been moved to another home. I had never imagined in my wildest dreams that I and brother would be separated. For I may never see him again!

The commute home was short, bit it felt so much longer. The city was growing darker each day, and there was no noise, just silence. I shivered, it was very unnerving.

Billboards radiated dazzling light all around and clattering vehicles buzzed about crumbling roads that stretched in all directions. It felt soulless and pathetic. Had they never felt the wind streaming outwards through their hair? They never will, it is dark and dusty in these places. Had they ever had the pleasure of breathing a clean breeze? Of course not, my lungs were wheezing and

The river started to rise, like the hair on our dogs neck. Needing to get the wife and child to safety, I ushered them to our house all too far away. Crackle Streaking across the sky the lighting made a booming noise, off in the distance.

There was a lot of crying outside. He said he didn’t know what he was doing, I said I understood and that it wasn’t fair that they were so hard on him. I said that it wasn’t fair, because I had stood up for all of them, even when they were wrong. That that’s what family meant to me. Our conversation continued with crying and more irrational anger on my part, and then his siblings walked outside to us, blinking back and forth between us.

It was a painstakingly beautiful day outside. The weather was perfect and it seemed as if everything and everyone lived in perfect harmony that day. It was almost like any other average day, but something was slightly different. Tate and I were on the bus with 27 other kids, all fretting about some test that now seems so irrelevant in this cruel world. Everyone was studying but me; I had been gazing out the window reveling in the beauty of the familiar scenery.

I woke on the couch again not able to stomach that my parents bought everything in that room. “Why?” I choked out while sobbing for the hundredth time over how unfair it was that they died.

“I’m sorry,” Dylan used the back of her hand to dry her face. “I just miss my family and I had someone really special back home. I’ll never see him again.”

Jealousy crept through my body when my parents told me that they were going to dinner in the Willis Tower. Who wouldn’t want to eat on an upper floor of the formerly world’s tallest building? My brother and I waved them goodbye as they pulled out of the driveway. I walked upstairs to my room and opened YouTube on my computer. Nothing seemed amiss.

I woke up at dawn as usual, the sun peeking through the window and reflecting at my vanity mirror creating a perfect circle on the wall next to me. I pulled my knees to my chest as i sat up and attempted to flatten my bobbed hair.

75 miles per hour. 80...85. Grave pressed on the gas. 100 miles per hour. They had to drive him into a corner. They had to keep him contained. But where?.... Grave watched the car in front of him take a left. He spoke into his radio,