Short Story On DonT Save Her

I can recall the day it happened, like it was yesterday, the air had a certain emptiness to it. It felt cold, barren, but it just felt like any normal rough day, where everything would not go your way. I arrived home from hockey practice like I do every Thursday with my father and was ready to lay down before I did my homework. Then we got the call and we bolted to the emergency room at Mercy Hospital. The nurse took us into a waiting room and we heard the heartbreaking news from the physician and the room went still. It was not a typical quiet but so quiet that you could almost hear your heart pounding out of your chest. When we saw my Mother, and we shockingly gazed what the car crash did to her it was a completely eye-opening. This could not be your Mother; that is all

A couple years ago,( my freshman year), my family received a very terrifying phone call from the police station. That early sunday morning my sister was in a death car accident.

My mom spoke very little to each of us and seemed to be gone longer and longer each day until Saturday, which was moving day. That Saturday I had a band concert for relay for life at my local park. As the performance came to an end my best friend and I hop in the backseat of her mom's sweltering car and crank up the radio. We listen to our favorite throwbacks as her mom speeds down the streets rushing to get me home. As we pull in the drive, an unfamiliar vehicle idles in my driveway. Inside my house lays all of my moms belongings neatly piled up by the door waiting to be taken. My mom greets me at the door and introduces me to her boyfriend. He is much taller than me and talks down to me as if I'm a child. I cut the conversation short and sit on the couch with my dog Casey as they continue moving her things. After the last item is hauled away, my mom looks at me through the glass of the front door and says “I'll pick up Casey later.” and vanishes without another

Five days had passed this time since anyone had heard from my mother. I remember praying to God to protect her from harm and for me to find her. The next day she showed up, but not in the way we had hoped. One morning as I was getting ready for school my sophomore year in high school, my phone rang to the voice of my stepfather. My stepfather had told me he heard a call come over the dispatch scanner at his work and my mother’s name was mentioned. The sheriff had informed my stepfather that my mother had been involved in an accident. My stepfather asked me to go to the emergency room and see what condition my mother was in because he lived a half hour away from the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital I found my mother cut out of her clothes, covered in her own urine, massive amounts of blood all over her body, and lying lifeless on life support on the table. At this point, no one knew whether my mother would be okay. My mother had bleeding on the brain as well as a tear in her shoulder, a shattered face, and a chest tube draining fluid from her lung which had collapsed. All I could do was pray! My mother’s life was in God’s hands now. Three days later she woke

An hour later, I go looking for her to show her my masterpiece, but I can’t find her. I searched the entire house and looked in every corner of every room. I asked my mom if she left the house, but she told me that she didn’t. I figured the two of them were trying to mess with me and she really did leave the house, so I went to my room and played with my dolls.

Sarah and Blish were just messing around in the car when suddenly Sarah hit thestick shift and the car started to roll down the hill. Sarah immediately opened the door to jump out while simultaneously holding the door open for my Mom. When both the girls safely had jumped out of the car, they laid on the ground processing what had happened and also what was about to

dark there were reports of clowns out so parents keep an eye on their kids that night but all the parents were really weird the clowns so the parents were really going to grab the there kids were really wore about the kid mis mad was wed about her kids to so she goes inside to get a drink she comes back outside and her kids are gone she rans around to find her kids there nowhere to be found in the street. She searching everywhere but her children couldn't find them she see footprints in the grass in the yard she looks around on the porch she says there are no more footprints in her yard so she asks another parent in the neighborhood nobody have seen her kids they say she leaving asks the other kids in the neighborhood

Before my mom sent me and my dad off to find help, she was on the phone with the roadside assistance which seemed like forever. All of a sudden we then realized the gas station wasn’t that far down the road, at least that is what we thought. We started to walk to the gas station, our foots sinking in the mud, the cold mud rises to our ankles. We immediately turn around knowing that this wasn’t the right decision. The gas station was longer than we thought, it was not even visible. Trudging back to the car we come to find my mom on speakerphone with the phone ringing. It goes straight to

When I was just 7 years old, my 5-year-old sister Magdalene and I witnessed something horrific; our mother committing suicide.

My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey.

When we got all the supplies that we needed. We were eating we didn't know what time it was but it was dark so we thought it was 10:00. We went to sleep inside it was 12 in the morning I heard a weird noise coming outside and people talking. I looked out the window to see who was there they were little with a bags, flashlights and other kinds of stuff.

One Saturday afternoon while sitting at home feeling bored, I looked up her name up in the phone book. I dialed the number and a man's voice answered. I hung up the phone and dialed again and hung up. This went on for perhaps 2-3 minutes. Half an hour later the operator called on our telephone with my mom saying “It won't happen again.”

One Saturday afternoon while sitting at home feeling bored, I looked up her name up in the phone book. I dialed the number and a man's voice answered. I hung up the phone and dialed again and hung up. This went on for perhaps 2-3 minutes. Half an hour later the operator called on our telephone with my mom saying “It won't happen again.”

It was a normal wednesday and my mom had just picked me up from horse riding lessons. I was sweaty, hot, and dirty-- I could feel the dirt sticking to the sweat on my face, it was disgusting-- and all I wanted to do was be home. On the way home, my mom told me rather calmly that the woman that had contacted my dad was at the house! My mom was

My cousin worked on barges with my uncle on the night shift. The night had ended and he was going to stop in a motel to stay for the night before driving home because he was so tired. He took off and my uncle was expecting him to be just fine and call him in the morning, like usual. The next morning, my uncle received a call from Cory’s number. He answered, and the coroner was on the other line. I cannot image the pain he must of felt thinking it was his son calling him, but hearing the voice of someone telling him his son had passed. My dad immediately called his brother to find