Dear Bestfriend, I miss you so much. My parents have been fighting more and more lately. I try to cover Annie's ears, or run into her room to comfort her, but she needs you. We, need you. I put down my red pen and reread what I had just written to someone who is not alive (anymore). I let out a loud sigh and tried hard not to remember what happened. But of course… Past I started walking up to my friends house, Lucy, I wanted to apologize for my rude behavior the other day, when I freaked out about finding the fact that she was smoking. I was taking in large breaths of air while walking through the Orchards. I was dodging the mud puddles and branches, trying to stay clear of what, or whom may be in my way. I was walking for the past 20 minutes and regretted not taking my Van to Lucy's house. I could see the shadows blending in with the light around me, and goosebumps starting to form on my chest and arms. I walked for another minute until the view of Lucy's house was in sight. I was tired and started running, but something told me to stop. I don't know why. Maybe because there were two very large black SUV's in the front. The dogs weren't barking at anything, or maybe the one that had over sold all of the above options; the door was wide open. It wasn't just a "Maybe they want cool air", I could see that the wood in the middle of the door was turning from dark red, to a medium brown. I started to walk up to the front door, ducking from every window. It wasn't long till I reached the front door, I peeked inside, the dogs were both on the ground looking away from me, they must've been asleep, because they were laying flat on the floor. I stepped through the door and had a tingling felling in me. Maybe it was because I had to go pee, or, I wasn't as cold (the room actually felt warm) as before. But it was probably because I walked right into the living room, and no one was in there. There was a laundry basket on the couch with unfolded clothing. I started creeping down the hallway and started to hear screams coming from the room to the left of me. •<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>• Hoped you guys liked it, and the colors came out well! Anyways, please help me, you are aloud to give criticism. I need to become better at this. And, if I accidentally finish this story, like, without notice, fell free to remind me! Sing x
Thank you! Anyways, if I can get 2 bumps in the next 5hours. I will post the next one. P.S. she has a baby!:O
Wait 2-3 more hours. I'm almost out of school. Anyways, thanks for the bumps! Just need more Readers! Sing x
Maybe it was because a familiar face recognized me, or maybe it was because the next feeling I had, was a stinging in my side. It wasn't like a bee sting, it was much more painful. I turned around and saw multiple men starring at me. One had a gun in his hand pointed at me. I didn't under stand what was happening, it felt like I was high, but not the good feeling. I started to see a lot of red, and then, my world went black… Like I said, I didn't want to remember. Mostly because I started to develop uncontrollable feelings, and my side starts to ache. I also forgot a lot. If you want to know the rest of what happens, here's what is most of your business. 1) I woke up in a hospital, by myself. 2) I had to attend a funeral for Becca and her family. And 3) My life hasn't been worse. I crawled over to my bed and pulled my self over to the wall. I turned on my T.V to an interesting show I had liked in the past. It wasn't until two shows later, I was snoring louder then my T.V. I woke up to the loud cry of my daughter waking up from her nap. I got up and looked at the clock before standing up and fetching my daughter her afternoon snack. It was 4:45 and I remember falling asleep around 4 o' clock. I grabbed my daughter and took her into the Kitchen with me. No one was home. Annie had a soccer game, and mom was with her. Dad had a "business meeting" or some game night with friends. I opened the fridge to find some Baby Formula, as my daughter twirled and nibbled on my hair. A few times I would look over at her or tell her to stop. I put my daughter down in her play pin as I started Clearing everything out of the fridge to try to find the Formula. "Torie, where's the formula?" That's my daughters name. Torie or Victoria, she was a pre-me when she was born, so I wasn't able to breastfeed. And if your asking your self why I still live with my parents, it's because I am still in school. Yes, school. As in High School. I'm not a Senior. I'm a Junior. I was held back because of reasons. Here are reasons I don't mind talking about. Especially with strangers. 1) Torie was the most amazing "accident" that could've ever happened to me. 2) My mother was so unsupportive about it, that she scheduled an adoration for me with out my knowledge. 3) Because I refused the adoration or adoption, I was sent to a teen parenting home for 8 months after Torie was born. 4) All of my family was scarily unsupportive they thought it would've been a failed pregnancy. I heard my phone go off in my pocket, and I felt down to reach it. It was a text message from my ex, yes, this is Torie's father. I read out loud the words to Torie,"My Mom's parents are coming into town. Can I have Torie on Friday?" I used goofy sounds to make her giggle. I finally found a jar of apple sauce and feed a cup to her. It was surprising to me to see her eat that much. After our snack I texted my ex, Brian, back Sure. Could I come though? Your family loves me I actually stilled adored Brian. Sometimes me and Torie would cry together because we missed him so much. He was adorible. He was Hispanic, and had a mustache coming in. I don't know why, but it always turned me on. He had short black hair, and dark eyes. Skinny, and wore baggy clothing. He was nothing like me. At all, He was about 3 inches taller then me, and I had light brown haired. My eyes were an adorable green, and I had curves on me. Not to mention, I had light skin. It was funny how perfectly tan Torie came out as. I always hated myself for admitting this. But when ever I see Brian, Torie becomes the second cutest person in the room. And here's a hint, I'm not the first. Me and Brian were both extremely upset when we had to break up. My bestfriend Becca died of a murder. And I had to concentrate more on school work. I trusted Brian 100 percent with Torie, it was just, he didn't have room for her in his house. He would spend the night on weekends to spend time with Torie and me. My family adored him. He would play with Annie, comment on my mothers house work, and make my parents laugh until midnight. •<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>• Sorry if there long. And I know this one has nothing to do with the title. But sometimes, they don't. Anyways. Thanks for reading. Like how she's 17 with a 1 year old? Sing x
Thanks guys!! But I will post two more tomorrow. I live in Pacific Time Zone. So if you wanna know, I'll post one tomorrow around 8:50 AM my time. And I hope to get more readers! and Becca and Lucy are sisters. I realized I haven't told my characters name. Sing x
It was past midnight and everyone in my house was sleeping soundlessly. I was staring down at my brightly lite phone, which was showing a picture of me and Becca. A drip of water smacked across my phone and hit me on the cheek. I sniffled my nose, and realized I was crying. I started whipping back the tears aggressively from my eyes. I just missed Becca so much. Sometimes I'd think about "visiting" her. I even have cuts on my arms because I NEED to see her. She could give the worlds best advice. And yet after all she did for me, I still criticized her for smoking. I thought she would quiet when I came back from my Teen Mothers Home. She promised… I set my phone on my night stand and put my head down on my pillow. I new I wasn't able to sleep for a little longer so I decided to write another letter. Dear bestfriend I don't know where you are right now. I just miss you. It's been 3 months, but I still cry everyday for us. I don't care what happens in my life, but I will kill the man that shot us!! I folded up my paper and dropped it into my special note area. I started crying more heavier now and I didn't want to wake up anyone up. Even though me and Torie were the only ones downstairs, in the basement, I slipped on some more appropriate pajama bottoms and snuck out into the kitchen to get some water. I didn't think if anyone was up, and in the kitchen, they wouldn't mind me in a tank top. I was getting more and more tired each step towards the kitchen. I yawned twice before I got out a glass of water. I walked over to the fridge to push on the lever and get water squirting down into my cup. But on my way, I froze. The pain in my side started up again and I new what was about to happen. Past I was holding onto my baby bump at the store. I was shopping with my mother and sister for groceries. My mother was having one of her criticizing me moments on how stupid I was being. I took her bullcrap and kept walking. Her voice was getting louder and louder until everyone walking past us was looking at us. Multiple people would pat me on the back and told it was going to get better. I had no idea what they were talking about or to who actually. I was able to force my self to tune out of my mothers arguments. She had these often. I didn't know if she was going to start PMS or what ever. But I mean, I was starting to fell bad for my dad at this moment. Something happened. It wasn't good. I fell to the floor with a smack. I couldn't open my eyes and people around me were screaming. My body shaking aggressively. It wasn't long till I heard quieter and quieter screams. Then, I was "sleeping"
Let me update to tomorrow. I need to make, like 3 more of these stories for you guys tonight. And. Periods. Are. Legit…