ANOTHER ONE SHOT STORY
I walked as quietly as I could through the hard crunchy snow in my uggs. I had on my black trench coat with a white scarf hanging a bit loose. It was December 9, the saddest day of the year to me. I stood at the site of a large oak tree and walked closer. I took off my coat and removed my scarf leaving me in a plain white dress. I put everything in a pile and sat down against the oak. My name is Sarah Winters. Staring out around the endless trees the scenery changed into that horrid day.
"MAX!!!"I yelled, looking everywhere frantically."MAX!!!" I kept shouting his name over and over again, till I saw him. Relief was supposed to wash over me, but it never came because of what I saw. Max-my dear younger brother who was constantly bullied- had a knife laying beside him on the ground, blood oozing from both his wrists. "Max..."I sobbed. With shaking hands I was able to call 9-1-1 and told them to come to Central Park with an ambulance. I hoped that I wasn't too late. Though I hoped, I knew it was too late. Tears escaped my eyes as I leaned my head back. Drops of dried blood was still of the tree. With shaking fingers I traced over the stains. It's been two years since my seven year-old brother was taken from me. Now I had nothing to hold onto. I kept thinking for the past two dreadfully long years that someone would come to rescue me from my misery. But this is life, not a fairytale story with happy endings. I gave up happiness when Max died.
Taking out the small blade I looked at it, memories when I actually WAS happy. Me, Max, and my parents were at the beach, splashing in the waves. Until they were taken by the waves, swept away from us. I was twelve when they were taken, Max was only five. We had no relatives, my parents were the only child that our grandparents had, but they too died long ago. Then two years later Max couldn't taken it anymore. Only at age seven he committed suicide. I guess suicide and death is what has come of this family.
A gust of wind shot my long black hair backwards, soft snow coming in large puffballs started to come down, swirling and dancing in the wind. Looking up from the blade, I saw my legs being slowly covered by the thick snow. Taking my hand barely touching my hair, I felt so many snowflakes in my hair. Looking down at my wrists and arms, snow covered that as well. I closed my eyes and leaned back; letting the snow assault me into the coldness. I felt my temperature start to fall, my heart beat fading. I was shivering, wanting to curl up and use my coat and scarf. But I didn't. I slowly raised my left arm and used the blade, cutting right along my veins. I closed my eyes feeling myself loose blood, dripping down my wrist, bleeding through the snow. I started to bring up all the good memories again.
Tears started to leak out of my closed eyes, but I didn't open them. Death was close, so close and soon I could be with my family again. I started to feel weak, dizzy from the loss of blood. I started to here the ground crunching. Was someone here? Or my imagination? I weakly opened my eyes just barely a crack and saw a figure. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?"he shouted, yep he saw me. I closed my eyes and heard a ripping sound. What was it? It wasn't from me, so I wasn't being raped, but who? I suddenly felt a thick cloth tied around my wrist to stop the flow of blood. I would've tried to do something, anything, but I was too weak from the blood loss that I could barely move my fingers a centimeter. I felt a warm leather jacket around me, the sweet scent of mint filling my nose. Suddenly two strong arms lifted me up and held me close. I felt him running through the forest trying to save me. Why didn't death come to take me yet? I didn't want to be saved! I heard a car door open and I felt the soft leather and minty scent wrap around me. The door slammed shut and the thumping of his feet pounding as he ran to the other side jumping into the car making me shift. I felt the car jerk forward before speeding off the highway. The heat was blasted on high and warmness envelop me. I felt so weak, it was so hard to even open my eyes, but I managed. Opening my eyes to look at the mystery guy I noticed that he looked at least two years older than me.
