User:Iluvcookies111

It was still only a day after I had learned of my parent's deaths, and I was already on the brink of insanity. The day before, I was simply playing my video game and my parents told me they were going to leave to get some milk from the grocery store. I thought nothing of it, and continued playing my game. After a while, my parents had still not gotten home, and I became a little worried. I then went to our kitchen to grab a drink of water, when I heard a knock at the door. I answered it, and my aunt was standing at the door, with a terrible face. She was sobbing, and she kept blowing her nose with a handkerchief. I looked at her like she was crazy, and she looked at me with concern. She then told me of my parents' tragic accident. A drunk driver plowed his semi right into the side of their car.

Now here I am, sitting on my small bed with my head in my hands. What was the point anymore? I thought I had lost everything. Everyone at my middle school thinks that I'm really weird, I have no friends, and I'm living with my Mother's Mother. It was seven thirty in the morning, and I had dressed in my usual black clothes and white sweater already. I flicked my blonde hair aside, and opened my bedroom door and walked downstairs. My grandmother seems to never pay attention to me, either, so I wasn't surprised when I yelled goodbye and got no reply. My grandmother almost never left the house, yet I kept finding freshly-brought food in the fridge. I don't know how she does it. So I walked my way to school, once again feeling like I could just scream until my lungs popped. It wasn't very far to my school, but that still doesn't alleviate the problem of kids who make fun of me at school. They all say, “ Hey look, it's that one freaky kid, you know, the one that always wears black?” I just stare at everyone until they shut up, and it usually works. I couldn't concentrate on our teachers' words the whole morning, and I kept spacing out, gazing at the walls and ceiling of our classroom. I was surprised to find that I made it to lunch break without getting yelled at. At lunch, I'm almost always last, and all the other seventeen kids of my sixth grade class sat away from the little spot that I sit at every day. I eat my lunch, every single school day, eating our slop-for-lunch while watching the sixth grade boys look at me as if I'm a carnival freak. I didn't concentrate during the afternoon, either. I was snapped to attention when the final bell rang, and a herd of students stomped down the stairs, eager to get away from knowledge and learning. I was the last one out, as usual, taking my time walking down the stairs. Finally, I reached the entrance, and slammed the doors open. The cool breeze of nature rushed to me, and I trotted down the front stairs, slightly refreshed. Then I started my small stroll to my grandmother's home. Almost immediately after I started my walk down the sidewalk, I noticed that it was as silent as a graveyard. It was very foolish of me to ignore the silence. From behind, I heard some footsteps, and then some wheezes. I spun around, and freaked out when I saw a woman with severe burns and cuts all over her body. I turned around, told myself this can not be happening, and started to run. “ Jacob!” I stopped running instantly when I heard the hoarse voice from behind me. Then I knew I wasn't hallucinating, because the voice sounded very, very familiar. “ Jacob, stop! It's me, your mom!” I flipped on my heel again and sped to her. She smiled and winced at me, then said in a terribly scratchy voice, “ Get help. Go get help!” She then sat on the cement, laid down, and closed her eyes. I looked up, and realized that I was standing in front of a deli. I darted through the deli's doors, yelling at an employee behind the deli counter. “ I need a phone! My mother is dying out there!” The employee gaped at me, hesitated, and rushed through a door leading to the back of the deli. He came out a few seconds later, and quickly shoved a wireless phone in my hand. I dialed 911, and waited impatiently for the police to pick up. “ This is 911, what's your emergency?” I did not wait for the woman to finish her sentence. “ My mother is dying on the ground right outside of the Bingam Deli. I need help now!” I screamed into the receiver. “ Okay, sir, we'll need you to be a little more quiet. I'll dispatch an ambulance immediately to the location.” I tossed the phone to the employee, and dashed back outside again. My mother was clutching her chest, one eye open looking at the sky. I heard sirens wailing off, and was relieved to see an ambulance zoom into the parking lot beside us. Three men jumped out, put my mother on a stretcher, and gently put her in the back of the ambulance. One of the men grabbed my arm and escorted me to the back of the vehicle. I hopped in, and one of the men shut the doors. The ambulance then started up, and shakily sped to the hospital. The men lifted my mother out of the van, and I followed them into the hospital. The going was so fast that I hardly remember a detail of the hospital. The men reached a door with a sign that had the words EMERGENCY ROOM printed on it. I tried to go in, but the men held me and locked me out of the room. I sat down next to the door, and drifted into a teary sleep. I was shaken awake, and a doctor told me it was alright to go in now. I walked in and saw my mother lying on a bed with a chair pulled up to the side. I sat in the chair, and stared at my mother, who was wrapped up in bandages. “ Are you alright, Jake?” I looked at the bed and saw my mother looking at me. “ Yeah, I'm fine,” I said, with watery eyes. “ What happened to father?” My mother frowned, and looked at the ceiling. “ Jake, I'm afraid.. I'm afraid your dad is gone.” I froze, then relaxed. This isn't all that bad, though. My father may be dead, but now I still have my mother. Perhaps there is still some point for living.