My hair whipped behind me sliding back and forth against my lower back. Faster I need to run faster. My heart rose and fell at uneven rapid beats. I was sprinting as fast as I could. Sweat stuck to my forehead making my face warm, despite the freezing winds that slapped me in the face. Our green house with bricks and stark white molding came into view. The sirens and lights that usually would have annoyed my eyes and ears had no effect on me. The sirens felt like a distant sound like I could barely hear it. Nothing could be louder than the one-word repeating in my head like a broken record.
Please, please, please, please.
I didn't know who I was begging, I didn't believe in any gods... Now was one of those times I wished I did. I wished that there was some force or great spirit that could help me. As my feet pounded against the sidewalk I prayed for the first time in my life.
When I got to the grass I threw my bag on the ground and pumped my arms harder. Trying to get to the front door faster. Before I reached the door it swung open, and two paramedics came out carrying a white bag.
The bag was the size of a body.
A sound left my throat, I don't know if it was a scream a wail or a call for help. My eyes began to blur and sting. A blurry figure walked over to me. As arms wrapped around me I fell into the body limp. The familiar smell told me it was my father.
"Zara I am so sorry, they couldn't save her," croacked my father’s voice. I wasn't listening, nothing he was saying was getting through. His voice was like those distant sirens.
All I knew was that I would wake up everyday and everyday she wouldn't be there.