Something happen that wasn't suppose to happen. That uneventful day was suppose to be full of games, lots of balloons, present, cake, and ice cream. I know that sounds childish, but it was something that my family and the kids can enjoy. I can see my little cousin trying to break the pinata, play tag, and some playing water balloon fights. All my grandma and grandpa sitting at the table recalling all the event that happen to me from twenty years ago to now, join in with my loving mom. My two little brothers would be bickering at each other, otherwise, tease me due to my age. I would be teasing them back, maybe chase them around the house, and join the family when my uncle call all of us for dinner.
I shouldn't be in a burning truck. My uncle and grandpa shouldn't have to be a witness of to what happen next. I can feel my body burning from the heat and weak from the crash. I feel my blood oozing across my face and arms as I reach out to them. "P-please tell them..." Before I can finish, the truck exploded.
I'm sorry grandpa that I have to go so soon and not be able to see me get married and had kids. I'm sorry uncle that you had to burden my family with the news.
I watch from the side as my uncle scream as two paramedic held him. My grandpa, already strapped onto the board, was carried out to the ambulance, tears running down his face, and his hands held up high as if he were reaching for the heavens. "Please bring her back, please bring her back! It's not her time yet!" he pleaded. I hate seeing them like this. Anger, pain, and regret in their eyes and heart. Their shouts and cried pierce my heart. It hurt so bad. I reach out to calm my uncle down, but my hands when through his shoulders. I can't touch him, I thought. Again, I tried to touch my uncle's shoulder and it went though. I can't touch him! "Uncle! Uncle stop! Please calm down!" I begged, but he didn't listen. "Someone please-" Another two medic ran through me to my uncle, which they dragged him from the fire. What?
"Come here child," a voice called out to me. I turn around to find someone there before my eyes, was a (I assumed by his voice) is not those "box" figure (the one that looks like a box has stack one another). Oh no, this robot, however, has a body shape like a human. I notice he was taller than me, a little bulky, and his gazing white eyes stared at me. But where have I seen it structure before? I thought, looking at him warily. "Child, please follow me. I'll explain everything." I turn back to my uncle as he was dragged, sedated, and throw into the vehicle. "Don't worry, they will be alright." I wanted to run away from him and go see if my uncle and grandpa are alright. But how are they going to see or hear me? Am I a ghost? A spirit? I has no choice. As if I were a lost child, I took his hand and he led us from the scene.
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Cheeze: Hello my wonderful readers!
Febe: "Wonderful Readers"? Dude, they are piss at you!
Cheeze: *Flinch* I know...
Tora: Well it's your fault for not updating your stories.
Cheeze: T-Tora! *Point* You traitor!
Febe: Ignore her people.
Cheeze: B-but-
Tora: Please forgive her-
Febe: Or not.
Cheeze: Hey! D:
Tora: She's been busy with college now as well as having a job. Also having family problems.
Febe: Now most of the stuff has been sorted out *glares at Cheeze* maybe she can finish her stories.
Cheeze: D-don't look at me like that! I'm trying my best to finish them!
Febe: Well hop to it! *grabs a whip*
Cheeze: Where did you get- *get whip* OW!
Tora: Please review and pray that she will finish her stories.
Febe: *whip* WORK WOMAN!
Cheeze: Life is unfair! *runs away*