Sorrow, chapter 1
A cold Autumn day, my mother and I were in the car, but not taking a joyful ride somewhere happy. No, it was a ride to the graveyard to see my father. I remember that day like no tomorrow. My father and I were walking to go to the park to hang out, and on our way a car went through a red light and hit both my father and I; my father died as soon as he got hit, I on the other hand lived.
-Flashback-
*No one's Point of View*
"Daddy, how long is it to the park?" a 10 year old Sheena asked her father.
"Soon sweety, we're almost there, we just have to cross this road, and we'll be there so you can ride the swings," Sheena's father pointed out.
"Okay, and then can we get ice cream?"
"Sure, sweety."
"Yay!" Sheena jumped up and down.
"Calm down, we're crossing now, so hold my hand," Sheena's father told Sheena as they were about to cross.
"Ok Daddy, I love you," Sheena said, grabbing her father's hand tightly.
"I love you too, sweetheart."
As they were crossing the road, Sheena didn't see the car coming and kept walking with her father until she felt this painful object push on the right side by her ribs.
"Daddy!" Sheena screamed for her life as she was on the floor next to her dead father. Crying and screaming, waiting for her father to wake up and for her to fall into his arms and hold on and never let go. But nothing happened, he was gone forever, Sheena thought. She'll never see him again. Never get to hug him after school and go to the park to go on the swings. Never again will she be happy, she thought. Then she passed out from so much pain.
-End of Flashback-
Sheena's Point of View
That day was a horrible day; I just wished it was just a horrible nightmare, and I would wake up and run into my father's arms and hug him. But it wasn't any nightmare, it was all real. Now it's been 3 years, and my life has never been the same again. I try to be happy sometimes, just it's hard to be happy when I lost my father, he was my life and now that my life is gone, what's the point in even smiling or living?
At school it's a different story the kids make fun of me because I'm a 'punk', and I dress differently from everyone else. But I have friends, two really; they're my only friends in this school. Their names are Billie Joe and Mike. I've know Billie Joe for about 5 years and Mike for about 3 years now. They care about me, unlike my mother who isn't even home anymore because she works two jobs. The only time she's home is for sleep. So I have to cook for myself and do everything for myself because no one has a enough time to take care of me. I just wish that my father never left, and maybe things would have been different to now.
-Flashback-
*No one's Point of View*
"Daddy, how long is it to the park?" a 10 year old Sheena asked her father.
"Soon sweety, we're almost there, we just have to cross this road, and we'll be there so you can ride the swings," Sheena's father pointed out.
"Okay, and then can we get ice cream?"
"Sure, sweety."
"Yay!" Sheena jumped up and down.
"Calm down, we're crossing now, so hold my hand," Sheena's father told Sheena as they were about to cross.
"Ok Daddy, I love you," Sheena said, grabbing her father's hand tightly.
"I love you too, sweetheart."
As they were crossing the road, Sheena didn't see the car coming and kept walking with her father until she felt this painful object push on the right side by her ribs.
"Daddy!" Sheena screamed for her life as she was on the floor next to her dead father. Crying and screaming, waiting for her father to wake up and for her to fall into his arms and hold on and never let go. But nothing happened, he was gone forever, Sheena thought. She'll never see him again. Never get to hug him after school and go to the park to go on the swings. Never again will she be happy, she thought. Then she passed out from so much pain.
-End of Flashback-
Sheena's Point of View
That day was a horrible day; I just wished it was just a horrible nightmare, and I would wake up and run into my father's arms and hug him. But it wasn't any nightmare, it was all real. Now it's been 3 years, and my life has never been the same again. I try to be happy sometimes, just it's hard to be happy when I lost my father, he was my life and now that my life is gone, what's the point in even smiling or living?
At school it's a different story the kids make fun of me because I'm a 'punk', and I dress differently from everyone else. But I have friends, two really; they're my only friends in this school. Their names are Billie Joe and Mike. I've know Billie Joe for about 5 years and Mike for about 3 years now. They care about me, unlike my mother who isn't even home anymore because she works two jobs. The only time she's home is for sleep. So I have to cook for myself and do everything for myself because no one has a enough time to take care of me. I just wish that my father never left, and maybe things would have been different to now.
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