The Life Of The Lost

The Incident

It was a pretty normal day for me, well... Almost normal. I did what I usually do. I went to school, and then I walked home with my best friend, Lizzie. She lives a few blocks away from me so when she goes home I'm normally on my own.

"Bye Skylar," Lizzie shouted shouted back at while running to her front porch.

"See ya, Liz," I said smiling. "Call me later."

She nodded her head and we waved our goodbyes. I started walking again and I headed straight for my house.
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About ten minutes later I could see my house, and what I saw I would never forget. Three police cars and an ambulance were in my driveway. I ran as fast as I could to see what was going on.

"What's going on here?" I asked a police officer. He was pushing me away from my own home. "Hey what are you doing I live here!"

"I'm sorry ma'am, but you can't go in there it's too dangerous." He said strictly.

"What the hell are you talking about, where's my dad? Why can't I see my dad!?!"

The police officer looked at me with soft eyes, "I'm sorry sweetheart, but there was an incident and your father--"

"What do you mean 'incident'? Where is my dad?" I shouted at the man. All of a sudden I burst into tears. I looked to my front door and my heart sank... They had a body bag on a gurney and I started crying even harder.

"Come with me, Skylar," the cop said with a hint of sincerity in his voice. He placed a hand on my trembling shoulder. I pushed away from him.

"I'm not going anywhere with you until you tell me what happened here!" I walked away from the man and went straight to Lizzie's.

I don't understand... How could this be happening to me. No sixteen year old girl deserves this.