And When It Got Colder

This story is written about when my dear friends, The Romando's, died. Rest in peace. <3 I will never, every forget.

It was a crisp autumn day. School had just begun and that new year happiness was bubbling up inside of me. That day was half day on Friday. I remember it well. Riding home on the bus had been a noisy experience with wound up kids jostling my thoughts and I. I wasn't really in the mood for catching up with latest news. I was feeling rather off and in a rush to get home. I needed to get started on the immense pile of homework my teachers had assigned. Ignoring my friends’ concerned looks, I settled into a brooding stare. 

        

         When we got off the bus, it was such a relief. Warm September air was welcoming me with open arms, trying to keep me outside all day. The sun was shining brightly and it wasn't helping that I was wearing jeans and my backpack was giving me a backache. I passed ordinary houses with yappy dogs, but really I didn't really bother to say hello. I was gazing at the beautiful trees. I bet you think you've seen prettier trees than me, but you have nothing on my trees. There were tall with gray wood, and leaves that always changed to brilliant color just a bit earlier than the rest, just so we could hurry up and get to my favorite season. My sandals smacked against the pavement loudly as trudged up the last grueling hill to my house. The light was perfectly hitting my house, so it wasn't that awkward 4:30pm lighting that I hate. It looked like beautiful midmorning sunshine with a baby blue sky accented it wonderfully. The birds soared joyfully above, for a split second I was incredibly jealous of them.

 

         As I walked into my house, my sister and I were greeted by friendly "hi's" and "how was school's." I wasn't really listening I had plopped down onto a wobbly wooden stool. Everybody called them broken but I loved them. They had beautiful dark legs and lighter wood on top, just begging us to sit down and have a cup of tea or orange juice. 

 

         Then it happened. Not like in the movies, when the big news is told, and everything goes all slow, and the main character's vision goes hazy, and the sounds become annoyingly muffled. No, this was fast and quick like a whip hitting the cold ground. I chased after Kate hoping for more information. She showed me all the poetic posts that had been written, each more heart breaking than the last. I have to admit I never expected to every have this happen to me. I wanted to be one of those normal kids that have happy, normal lives. The words that escaped my sister's lips were foreign and should never ever be uttered. My mother was clumsily searching the news on our Mac, but to me it didn't really matter the time or location this crime has happened. I just wanted to know why.

 

         I walked into my room and stared at myself in the mirror. A girl with fair skin and blue eyes stared back at me. Freckles were sprinkled everywhere and this human had large lips. This human was vain. At that moment the news hit me. Sadness washed over me, and my stomach felt as if someone has punched me. Well, I guessed you could reality had. I sunk to my knees, sobbing and convulsing. Tears poured down my cheeks. My mascara was destroyed, and the pain that jolted through me, obstructing my vision. Why must this be? How could this be? How had God let this happen?

 

         Why had he completely abandoned us? These people were beautiful, innocent, and full of talent. I began to tear things from my cluttered, useless shelves. I picked up dolls and smashed them against the windows. If they couldn't live, then the dolls wouldn't. I watched there china faces crumble and break, horrified by the satisfaction that swept through me. 

 

         I began to scream. I screamed at God. Take me instead, I thought. All the mistakes I had made suddenly came into full view. I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve life, a wonderful home, and friends. I wanted all the bad people in the world to pay. For them to get down on their knees, begging my for nonexistent mercy. I wanted everyone to know what pain I had felt. I wanted the world to end. Why hadn't it yet? Why hadn't I heard a shout and seen the sky turn black. They weren't here anymore so why should we? I began to cry on the rough, jagged carpet, calming down a bit.

 

          I remembered Andrew well, his playful jokes, excuses, and antics that has brought a smile to my lips. What a good person he was. He was the funniest person I'd ever met. Now the world would definitely be less happy. The world would never know him. The world would have the luxury of skipping out on this little bump in the road. My mind became sick and sarcastic, enraged at innocent people and yelling at no one in particular. I would have to cope with this pain.

 

         Lily and her mother, the most gorgeous girls in the entire world were gone. Stolen. Snatched. Ended. They had a sparkle in their eyes that never dimmed, but somehow has vanished. Their eyes glazed over now.

 

         I vaguely remembered my mom telling me we would be going to a service for them to night. I nodded slowly, still delirious with pain and sorrow. I mechanically fixed my hair and got dressed. I slipped a pretty white, lace dress over my head. White is the color of innocence and purity. Something that escaped humanity and this world, I pointed out bitterly. I stared at myself in the mirror again. I looked older, possibly wiser. This puzzled me a bit. In fact, so did Kate. We both had a new air about us. We both looked stripped of our childhood; roughly pushed into the cruel thing we refer to as “ the real world."

 

         My father gently pulled the door open, and a gust of harsh wind cut and bit at my skin. It was dead silent apart from the wind pushing up against the leaves and trees. Where had the birds gone? Where had the warm September air run away? Perhaps somewhere happier, I guessed.

 

It was rather cold, I noticed. 

Author's Note

I asked that you focuse more on the content rather than grammar, because I'm positive there a lot of mistakes. :P

Reviews

[Just Some Dreamer]

ahh! as im reading this i see some many errors!!

[Freckled Princess]

Wow. This is full of power and emotion. I can see all of the pain and can see the "fair skinned blue eyed girl" staring in the mirror. I can understand the sorrow and the tremendous contempt generating as the main character loses her sanity for a short second, then snaps it right back, but only to be followed by more overwhelming emotion. Bravo.