Random Snippets Of Writing That Could Be A Book!

A sad story

Warning - this story is based off of a really depressing nightmare. This will be sad, and self-harm is mentioned.
You have been warned.

Jay Black stepped to the beat of the song she was listening to, which was Sit Still Look Pretty by Daya. She switched the blue and white handle for Skipper's leash to her left hand.

Skipper - her 12-year-old dog - trotted ahaid of her and looked around their neighborhood.

A loud wailing sounded from the top of the street, and Jay froze and turned around.

Fire.

Her house was on fire.

She shrieked and began to run up to the house which her family was inside. As she reached the usually white house with a black roof she was held back by a man in a full yellow suit. She shrieked as the burning house was darkening, becoming fully black. She dropped Skipper's leash and her backpack, before ducking under the fireman's arm and running closer.

A small 10-year-old girl with short curly dark brown hair was being carried in a stretcher. Jay looked around for the ambulances.

But there were none.

Her little sister was set down and a fireman began to preform CPR, and her little grey/blue eyes slowly moved to see Jay.

Jay fell to her knees, not caring if her new pants were stained by the wet grass. She took her sister's hand and clutched it, looking into the eyes of her sister.

"It's gonna be okay, Autumn. Your gonna be okay." Said Jay softly, her voice cracking as her eyes filled up with tears.

Ambulances were finally here, but as they pulled up in front of the house a loud crack sounded.

"Get out of there!" A voice yelled, and a couple of people ran out. Just fireman.

And the house collapsed. The first floor caved in, killing anyone in the house, an the front dipped in, meaning the basement somehow collapsed also.

Anyone inside would be dead.

Jay screamed, years streaming down her tan cheeks. She turned back to her sister, who was being picked up by doctors.

"What took so long!" She screamed at one.

"Traffic." They responded, and ran off to rush Autumn back to the hospital.

Traffic.

Jay fell to her knees. Skipper raced over to her, her leash dragging behind her.

"Traffic." Said Jay, and felt an hand on her shoulder.

"Jay?" It was a male. Her friend for 8 years had come, and stood there behind her.

"Jay, come over to our place." Said his father. Jay stood slowly and grabbed Skipper's leash and her backpack, and walked over.

She was in a state of shock.

"Traffic."

***

Jay raced into the room, her eyes wide.

She had just received news that Autumn was unsavable, and was dieing. Her friend's dad had taken her to the hospital to see her.

Just in time.

Jay raced to Autumn's side, crying. She grabbed one of her hands in both of hers, looking at her small and innocent face.

Autumn slowly turned her head to face Jay, and the ghost of a smile flashed across her face.