Why? Why me? I just don’t understand why it happened to me. Out
of 7 billon people in this world. Me. My parents. Dead. It’s all I think about,
especially when I’m laying in my oversized bed just thinking. Dings go off, I
know its Noah so I just stay right where I am. If I could only rewind time and
make it all go away. Make that guy not go to the bar, not put his key in the
ignition, and not run into my parents.
I dream of walking down the aisle
with my dad and bonding sessions with my mom. I miss them. Everyday. I just
wish they were here, as my eyes start to close and my mind starts to go blank.
Every night the same thoughts come back as if I was reliving everyday.
I really like how it doesn't flat out say, "My parents were killed by a drunk driver" it takes small pieces and shows the reader instead. The second paragraph is really sad too, but it attaches the reader to the character. I really want to read your short story when you write it.
ReplyDeleteI think that your short story sounds so good! This post is very mysterious, which I like, and I think that it is going to be fun for you to write it. Keep up the good blogging!
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