Pudge the Fish
I have a story. It is sad. Real sad. Doesn't sound real, but it is.
I was 13. My 13th birthday in fact. I had yet another fight with my step mom and ran to my very best friend, Jessie's house. Well, her step mother was awesome. Took us to teen-like parties, but was kid friendly. Fun, with out dope and alcohol. We always had fun.
Well, we where comming home. It was late, it was dark and where I lived, it was all back contry roads. And all those that live in LA know the ditches can run as much as 8 feet deep, the shallowest is 4 feet. The roads are hardly ever straight, being really curvy. Being in the country, there is no street lights. Anywho- we went to this one hairpin turn, trees on the other side of a 5 foot drop of a ditch- no shoulder. A drunk is speeding, takes the same turn as us, smacks us head on. Jess ended up in the trees, Penny, her step mom spliced in half from the engine being in her lap. I got a concussion, a dislocated shoulder and a broken collar bone. The drunk driver was decapitated. He was in a convertible, top down. The car top was down, he was wearing a seatbelt, and he his head smeared on the asphault. Well, when I woke up *I blacked out shortly after impact* I climbed out of the car. Carnage was everywhere. Both human and vehicle. Penny was dead, so I went to find Jessie. I took no time to find her. She was on the other side of a ditch, in the trees. A piece of metal was stuck in her chest. Had impaled her. She gasped for breath, barely hanging on. I told her it would be ok. Someone was bound to find us soon. *Neither her nor me had a cell, and I knew Penny didn't* I held her head in my lap, stroking her hair, hearing her take what I would know to be her lasts breaths. I couldn't stop crying, but I didn't want her to know it. She started to shiver. "Lyss. I hurt....so bad." I told her it would be ok. Everything was going to be fine. "Be strong.......I couldn't" She gasped. I told her to hold on. That I loved her. "I...am glad... I am here..... with you....I love you....Lyss" she gasped. Her eyes went wide and she took her last breath. Right after, my dad's partner pulled up. He saw the carnage and called my dad to us. Everyone was late... too late. I remember Picou telling me that there had been a APB out on us. I got into an ambulance, then I woke up in a hospital. I asked how Jess was, she had died in my arms they said.
Later, I had tried to talk to her brothers. They blamed me for Jess's death. I survived, Jess and Penny didn't. I ran away and Penny took us to that party for us to feel better. But they didn't go home. The wife of the drunk driver came to my school. Her oldest son was in my math class. She called me to the office. And she pulled me out of the office outside. She beat me. My fault she said. I survived, her husband didn't. He was the sole providor for a family of 10. 8 kids. One on the way that would never see his or her daddy. She balmed me. Everyone turned on me. I was called the "Girl who lived" *Harry Potter was, and still is, lat I heard in that school* No one liked me, they hated me. All because I lived. All because I sat in the back. I wore my seatbelt.
A week later a quiet boy in my class had gotten me to his house. Gave me some of his dad's beer. I went to the bathroom, where his dad raped me. Everyone knew about it. My step mom thought I was saying that for attention and didn't want to waste the tax payer's money to have a test done. He got away with raping thirteen girls. All done the same way. His son or daughter would bring their friends to the house, give them alcohol and their dad would rape them. For the son, it was if he didn't do it, he would rape his sister and force him to watch. The girl, if she didn't do it, he would beat her brother and she would be forced to watch, and then get raped herself. It wasn't until the Captain's daughter fell into the trap before he got caught.
I was sent to my mother in VA. I met a guy a few years older than me. He showed me around, protected me and helped. He betrayed the trust I gave him by raping me.
Richard, my Fiance, and Rylee's daddy, he saved me. I didn't trust him, but something told me I could. So I did. And now, three years later, we have a son together and is getting married.
I was 13. My 13th birthday in fact. I had yet another fight with my step mom and ran to my very best friend, Jessie's house. Well, her step mother was awesome. Took us to teen-like parties, but was kid friendly. Fun, with out dope and alcohol. We always had fun.
Well, we where comming home. It was late, it was dark and where I lived, it was all back contry roads. And all those that live in LA know the ditches can run as much as 8 feet deep, the shallowest is 4 feet. The roads are hardly ever straight, being really curvy. Being in the country, there is no street lights. Anywho- we went to this one hairpin turn, trees on the other side of a 5 foot drop of a ditch- no shoulder. A drunk is speeding, takes the same turn as us, smacks us head on. Jess ended up in the trees, Penny, her step mom spliced in half from the engine being in her lap. I got a concussion, a dislocated shoulder and a broken collar bone. The drunk driver was decapitated. He was in a convertible, top down. The car top was down, he was wearing a seatbelt, and he his head smeared on the asphault. Well, when I woke up *I blacked out shortly after impact* I climbed out of the car. Carnage was everywhere. Both human and vehicle. Penny was dead, so I went to find Jessie. I took no time to find her. She was on the other side of a ditch, in the trees. A piece of metal was stuck in her chest. Had impaled her. She gasped for breath, barely hanging on. I told her it would be ok. Someone was bound to find us soon. *Neither her nor me had a cell, and I knew Penny didn't* I held her head in my lap, stroking her hair, hearing her take what I would know to be her lasts breaths. I couldn't stop crying, but I didn't want her to know it. She started to shiver. "Lyss. I hurt....so bad." I told her it would be ok. Everything was going to be fine. "Be strong.......I couldn't" She gasped. I told her to hold on. That I loved her. "I...am glad... I am here..... with you....I love you....Lyss" she gasped. Her eyes went wide and she took her last breath. Right after, my dad's partner pulled up. He saw the carnage and called my dad to us. Everyone was late... too late. I remember Picou telling me that there had been a APB out on us. I got into an ambulance, then I woke up in a hospital. I asked how Jess was, she had died in my arms they said.
Later, I had tried to talk to her brothers. They blamed me for Jess's death. I survived, Jess and Penny didn't. I ran away and Penny took us to that party for us to feel better. But they didn't go home. The wife of the drunk driver came to my school. Her oldest son was in my math class. She called me to the office. And she pulled me out of the office outside. She beat me. My fault she said. I survived, her husband didn't. He was the sole providor for a family of 10. 8 kids. One on the way that would never see his or her daddy. She balmed me. Everyone turned on me. I was called the "Girl who lived" *Harry Potter was, and still is, lat I heard in that school* No one liked me, they hated me. All because I lived. All because I sat in the back. I wore my seatbelt.
A week later a quiet boy in my class had gotten me to his house. Gave me some of his dad's beer. I went to the bathroom, where his dad raped me. Everyone knew about it. My step mom thought I was saying that for attention and didn't want to waste the tax payer's money to have a test done. He got away with raping thirteen girls. All done the same way. His son or daughter would bring their friends to the house, give them alcohol and their dad would rape them. For the son, it was if he didn't do it, he would rape his sister and force him to watch. The girl, if she didn't do it, he would beat her brother and she would be forced to watch, and then get raped herself. It wasn't until the Captain's daughter fell into the trap before he got caught.
I was sent to my mother in VA. I met a guy a few years older than me. He showed me around, protected me and helped. He betrayed the trust I gave him by raping me.
Richard, my Fiance, and Rylee's daddy, he saved me. I didn't trust him, but something told me I could. So I did. And now, three years later, we have a son together and is getting married.
oh my gosh that is so sad *crys* oh I don't know what else to say sad
