Chapter one
I take a deep breath as I walk
through the doors. I walk into the place where they told me they
had died that night. Leah stands at my side. Our old house. Where
our parents had died. We where at our grandma's house because
our parents went out and wanted the house to themselfs. In the
morning they called. They called our grandma's house to tell
us the horribal news. And we run to our house that our grandma
had forbiddin us to go to. We walk up the stairs to the place
where they died. There room. We walk in and saw the white sheets
to be stained with the redness of the blood forever. I walk to
the bed and touche the blood. It's still wet.
"Savannah......" says
Leah.
"It's OK" I reassure
her.
"There really
gone....."
Like she realized it for the first
time. Leah is still young. She's 10 and she has to go through
this. but I'm only 13. I can't deal THAT well with this
eaither. I wanted to go back in time and be with them one last
time. And before they left for there date..... my mom and I had a
fight. I felt horrible. Completely horrible. And my sister.....
never even got to see her. She was upstairs on the computer when
they left. Then grandma came and picked us up 10 minutes
later.
"Waaaaaa!" she screams
crying.
"Leah......"
"NO! DON'T EVEN TRY!"
she screams at me.
Tears swell up in my eyes, I scoop
up Leah and walk out of the house. Trying to tell her it's OK
when I'm crying myself. Knowing life would never be the same
ever again.
I don't know if I'm good at writing sad stories please
reveiw!
