Author's note: So, I had a dream a while ago, and it haunted me until I created a story around it. I hope you like it, and feel free to correct my spelling/grammar and ask questions! This is my first time allowing others to see my stories, so... fingers crossed! I'll try to put out the next portions of the story weekly.
"Callie! Where are you going?!” My best friend, Katrina asked me. I’m an idiot, because I forgot about my sisters when I agreed to hang out after school.
“I forgot. You know how my parents always forget me and my siblings exist, or just don’t care? Turns out, Mom is still at work, so I have to rush to get to Minnie and Mandy’s bus stop or they’ll try to go home by themselves. I swear, why would people put an elementary school bus stop at such a busy intersection?” I say this all while running towards the bus stop.
Their school and mine gets out around the same time, so I have to race to get there. I am just across the street…
No! The bus is gone, and Minnie and Mandy are halfway across the street, in the lane of a big truck bearing down on them, but they don’t seem to notice. Katrina gasps in fear, and I start to cry, knowing what’s about to happen…
As I drop my book bag and dash to where they are, I hear a cry of “No! Don’t go! Calliope!” coming from behind me, where Katrina is standing. I don’t care. All that matters to me are my precious siblings, those I would protect with my life if it came down to it. It did. Pushing them out of the way, I dimly hear a crunch and the squealing of tires as my vision starts to fade.
Tears still stain my cheeks, and I hear Katrina cry into the phone. Suddenly paramedics are all over the place. When did that happen? I grasp the arm of the nearest one, but they could unclasp it easily if they wanted to. My strength has all left me, spent by my previous actions. I would do it again if I had to, no matter the pain.
“Minnie? Mandy?” My breaths are unsteady, and my voice is shaky, but he understands.
“The girls you pushed out of the way are safe.” He says, voice cracking.
“Phone in back.. Backpack. No-no lock. Tell our parents. Don’t leave them alone. I-I love-” I start choking, but I have to finish it- “I love them more than any pain this world could throw at me.”
I hear wailing, crying. I think, Tell my sisters not to cry. They don’t deserve to. but can’t move to tell them. They call my parents. My mom starts to sob. Huh. They do care. Just busy. My vision is going, and the pain is leaving my body now. I feel funny.
My only wish now is that I could continue to protect them…
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