Young Writers Society

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IT was that cold unforgettable winter’s day. At the time I was seventeen, just starting my junior year. I remember driving home and seeing the police cars parked out front. I quickly cut the engine of my 09 red Mustangs and slowly stepped out. My whole body was shaking, not from the cold but from the fear of the questions I could not answer; deep down I knew the answer that something was terribly wrong. I walked up the stone pathway that I knew very well, and I continued to move forward towards the porch. As I came closer I notice the door was cracked open, which is something my dad never does; my pulse began to speed up so much that I could feel it pounding in my head. My body begged me not to go forward, but fear of not knowing was pushing me forward. I ease slowly towards the front door and heard a man sobbing violently inside; emotions flooded over me as I raced to open the door. When the door opened it revealed the man crying, there he was sitting on the dusty brown couch, my father. Along side him sat two officers; the one on the left of him was heavy set with short dark brown hair, and the one on the right was fair size and bald. They both stared at me with sympathy.

“Dad, what’s wrong? Where is mom?” I pleaded. He looked at me and just stared with those glistening green eyes.

“H-hhh,” He stuttered.

“Where is she?” I demanded.

“Honey, there was an accident and you’re….” He suddenly erupted into body racking sobs he tried to say something else, but nothing came out.

The heavy set police officer stood up instead, “Miss I am officer Matthews, and unfortunately your mother was in a fatal hit and run accident. We pursued to catch the driver but he got away. We are very sorry for your lose and my condolences are with you.” Tears were rolling down my cheeks and my heart was pounding intensely, and suddenly my vision started to lose focus. Then the noises and everything else started to seem as if it were miles away, after that it all blanked away.

When I woke up I saw three blurry faces surrounding me, and a faint voice calling my name. The noises around me made my head pound.

“Genevieve, its dad are you alright? Can you hear me?” I slowly regained consciousness, but when I saw the police all the emotions from before came back.

“Dad is mom really gone.” I said barley whispering

“Yes,” He said.

“No she is not! I don’t believe it, your lying!” I screamed, my head throbbing from the outburst; not caring I took off for the door and ran till I was out of sight.

After walking for a while I arrived at a park and stopped there to rest. I reached my hands in my pocket for a bit of warmth, only to find my pink Nano ipod; I quickly put the plugs in my ear; hoping to let it was today’s events away. When I cut it on it resumed playing.

The sun was hidden in the sky; I figured three hours must have passed by. I thought about calling my dad but the thought made me repulse. Why my mom? Why not him? I need her so much more than him, who am I to go to when I need advice about boys or whose going to stay up with me when things are rough. I felt so much disgust towards my father simply because he could not fill the hole in my heart; I refused to call him, and I started the journey back home cold and more alone than ever.

It took me an hour to find my way back home. I climbed up the porch once more and took a deep breath and turned the knob to go in. The house was almost pitch black the only thing giving off light was the TV set. I looked at the couch and sitting there wrapped up in a purple quilt sleep was my dad; over looking him as I climbed up the stairs to my room. Unhurriedly I open the door and looked around the room, everything reminded me of her. I then broke down and cried myself to sleep.

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