I did it, I finally killed him. Sarah thought to herself, with a feeling of adrenaline rushing through her body. *11 years earlier* “Mom where’s daddy?” Sarah said, in her childish 5 year old voice. “He went to go pick up your grandparents from the airport.” Veronica, Sarah’s mom, said with a smile on her face. That was a lie, Sarah’s dad had went to go pick up some weapons, weird I know, but, they had a plan that needed the weapons. You see, Sarah’s parents weren’t just ordinary people, they were heroes. *ring ring ring* “Hello?” Veronica’s said into the phone. “Hi, this is the Los Angeles police department, may I speak to Veronica Martinez?” the lady on the other side of the phone asked politely. “This is her, has something happened?” Veronica asked, with a puzzled look on her face. “Yes, can you please come down to the police station as soon as possible?” “O-of course” Veronica said worriedly into the phone. The line disconnected. Veronica swooped up Sarah, buckled her into the car and drove to the station. “Hi, I got a call to come down here, I’m Veronica Martinez.” she said to the clerk. “Oh my, you were supposed to go to the hospital not here i’m sorry, your husband got in horrible crash and we need you to get to the hospital.” Veronica didn’t respond, she rushed out of there and went to the hospital, not trying to waste a minute. She found the room he was in. Daniel, Sarah’s dad, was hooked up to life support and he had all types of machines around him and a
“Hey isn’t that you?” Sylvia said as she was rising up from putting the stuff at the bottom.
There was a knock at the door. It was Dad. “Hi, Lyn,” he said, smiling.
As I arrived to the hospital my mind was spinning. The lady at the front desk walked us to Jessica 's room. I saw her and my stomach dropped to the floor. I lost it. I lost her. She was laying on the white, raggy scary looking hospital bed. The only girl in my life. My beautiful young, caring and perfect daughter was ripped away from me by an idiotic 45 year old drunk driver. Just awful. I felt like the world stopped spinning and time was just ticking away. I felt like there was nothing left in this world for me to do. I looked over at Veronica and she was wrapped in a ball sitting alone in the corner of the room. I walked over to her and we both just sat there and cried. There was nothing to do but sit and sob.
Sarah saws this video and rushed over to Taylor’s house but couldn’t find her She found Taylor sitting on the bathroom floor with a bottle of water and the cap off the pill bottle. As Taylor was dumping the pills into her hand Sarah quickly ran and got the pills away from her. Sarah called Karina and told her to come over to Taylor’s house. When she got there they talked about everything They had assured Taylor that she was not alone. And They all posted a video about Charlotte and how she really affected Taylor’s life. The next day they went to school and when they walked into the cafeteria everyone was talking about her video and Charlotte left as Taylor, Karina, and Sarah walked
She picked up the phone and tried her best to put a smile in her voice. “Hello, Mrs. Selfwill. What can I do for you?”
“WHAT?! Oh my God!” she screamed with a hint of crying. She bolted out the door, grabbing my brother by the arm, started the car and rushed to the hospital leaving Chloe and
Tina sat back on the couch and reflected that now she had an understanding of what Rodney was going through. The major difference was his dad was murdered and hers wasn’t. His body
“I don’t know what would’ve…” Veronica took a second to think, “Happened, you know, if you didn’t-” Veronica Mars doesn’t blubber or open weep, but
We walked back inside the house we walked between everyone as they slowed turn their heads to Sarah and me. She stayed in my arms while I said, “I’m going to the
“Damn...” the investigator exasperated. Then there was a moment of uneasy silence. “How did you get in this situation? Tell me again.” requested the investigator.
After witnessing the suspect strike her mother, Laura escaped the scene and found safety in her parents’ bedroom. As she cowered underneath the bed, she dialed 911 for help.
I was trying to find thru all the smoke when I saw someone laying on the ground. I ran straight over there and checked her pulse. She was still alive. She finally woke up after I did CPR. I asked her what her name is.
“He’s a Cunningham, Miss Caroline,” she added before sitting back down. I looked at her with a confused emotion.
She looked at me strange, and walked away to the Ford. I followed her and got
“Ma’am I would like to discuss what happened,” He wearily stated, “Elena was brought in by ambulance, she was picked up at a friend’s house,”