HEY!
this is for a contest, and I had to make a story out of a song. I chose A thousand miles by Vanessa Carlton, and I thought instead of a love story, we'll make it about a girl and her dog! PLEASE REVIEW!
A thousand Miles away
Enola walked down the street, her eyes clouding with tears. How could Adella, of all the dogs in the world, have attracted this cancer? The rain pelted her back, soaking her fleece jacket. Her wet black hair hung down in her face, blocking her tears from the people walking past. Good. She didn't want to see those happy faces, those worn faces, those sad. Wait, maybe the sad ones. Maybe she wouldn't feel so alone then. But as her father had told her as a child, Enola spelled backwards is alone.
Reaching the sidewalk in front of her empty apartment, Enola could feel herself shaking with memories,
like when she was eleven, and she had climbed up a tree, fleeing from teasing older brothers. Adella and circled the tree four times and sat at the foot, threating Cadell and Mark with her white teeth, or like the day Enola got some golden guppies, and Adella knocked over the bowl because they were taking over Enola's attention.
I've had that dog ten years, thought Enola. She’s saved me several times from doing something I shouldn't, kept me company when I was sick or lonely, and now, the one time she needed me, I couldn't be there. Maybe she was only downtown, but I felt like she was already heading to heaven in the sky.
Unlocking my apartment door, Enola wandered in and collapsed on the couch she had bought at a yard sale for ten dollars. The fluff was spilling out the sides, and the edges were threadbare. she slipped her Nikes off and let her feet sink into the soft cushy slippers that were on the other end of the couch, one toe chewed. When she caught sight of the chewed toe, she burst into tears, letting them fall freely down her face.
Maybe if she dies, I will to and I can follow her, Enola thought, I can't live alone. I can't. Not again.
All those nights Adella would wake her from a nightmare, her clumsy lab body sitting on top of Enola, as though she was still a puppy. If Adella died, there would be nothing there when she came home, no dog to lick her face when she walked in from a hard day at work.
"I have to save her! Some way!" She yelled, springing up and running to the door, in her slippers, she ran down the hall, down the cold metal stairs, and out into the rain, the water sloshing over her toes. She ran, towards downtown, where hopefully, she would reach the vet hospital, where, she prayed Adella would still be alive.
If she doesn't, it’s a sign from God. I don't belong. And I don't want to like dreaming of my dog the rest of my life. So, this is what it comes to, she thought as she reached the entrance. But I won't let her go.
"We're closed." the nurse said, looking Enola up and down.
"Just let me see her! She’s my dog! She may be dying. I have to see her."
"Are you Adella's owner?" the woman asked, a smile breaking out over her face.
Enola nodded,
“Right this way."
Enola followed and reached the door into where Adella was.
"She'll be fine. We have some medicine for her to take, just to make sure the cancer doesn't come back, and she may be a little woozy, but she'll be fine in a few months. Perfectly fine."
"Thank God." Enola said, and she stepped into the room. A joyful bark, and then,
Ecstasy.
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