Hi everyone, this is just a short story, As I'm leaving pimd, after tonight BOOSH I'm gone so enjoy and please recommend it to a friend and PLEASE post your own short story, I may check up on this story... Hope it get readers so I can say "yay my story has readers" but anyway thanks and enjoy I sat at the bar, the smell of alcohol, the dingy seats, the dark green Walls stained with drunken accidents, it depressed me... I was alone sitting at the bar. I wasn't there to pick up guys, get drunk or waste money, I was there to get away, the only place I knew they wouldn't find me, that old repulsive bar we all said we wouldn't touch... So as I sat there, in the crusty, old, emerald green,felt chair, I finished my drink and stumbled out. When I was sitting in that bar, I was trying to get away from Julia and andy, my mam and dad... They had just told me the story of my sister. when I was 9,I remember my sister being kidnapped, she was walking down the street with me to our house when a man began asking us for directions, I told her to just walk away but she didn't, she kept talking... He offered to drive us home, we said no but he said he had a bag of puppies in the boot, I walked away... I shouldn't have left her, she was only six, I walked away but she stayed. I didn't see him take her, I never saw her again though. The police said she was murdered, I was only young, that's all they told me, now I'm 20 and my parents have just told me the REAL story... It turns out that the man that I walked away from, that my sister was talking too, did just drive away, he was an innocent man, my sister walked home but only made it too the front door, dad took her too the basement and locked her down there. Mam let him, she died down there, in that dark, ugly basement, I didn't hear her cries, I wish I hadn't left her, but if I hadn't actually left, I may of died too. As soon as they told me I ran away, I was ashamed of them, hurt by them and perfectly pissed! I cried, the tears burned, I went to that bar and that's where my story has brought me to. So as I began to walk home wishing that my parents had ran off. I got to the door but no, I opened the door and they stood in the hall. They had been waiting for me, I looked at them, they glared at me then suddenly my dad walked away, little did I know that my dad had taken a gun and was standing right behind me,I heard his heavy breathing so I spun around. My dad stood there, I saw the gun in his hand and he shot me, I fell to the floor my heart pouring out blood... My mam cried, my dad looked away. My spoke my last words... "don't cry mam, your bastard husband, my fucking dad killed me" then I closed my eyes, the life drained from me as I passed away. They took my body and burned it in the yard. 10 years later, the police discovered my ashes, my parents got arrested, charged with two murders. "Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a heartache no one can steal" Hope you all enjoyed my story, it's only short, criticism away! Ok Jodie out!wooooo!