My first history. I'm so nervous 3 Ok, this is a composition I made a few weeks ago for my english classes. It's inspired on the song 'Helena' from MCR. I really like that song so I imagined the history behind the accident. I know, it's short, but it's the best thing I can do for now. Almost all the history (exept Helena and some thing you'll see later) come from my very own imagination, so sorry if you se something that you saw before, it was no my intention :c
Let's get started!

Helena

-I'll go to my ballet class dad! I'll be back at midnight, ok?

-Allright, good luck, my darling.

My family is small. I only have a sister, who have two childs, and my daughter Helena. She's a dancer, the best I have never seen. She move like she was flying, it's a plesure to see her. If there's a girl with her talent, I'll be really impressed. She's unique.

-Oh, God, Where is she? What!? I-I'm going there ri-ght n-now...

The phone rang at 4.00 in the morning. I jumped out of bed because I fell asleep while I was waiting for Helena. I dreamed of my wife.. my dear wife... she was wearing a white dress and she was smiling at me. But, suddenly, her face turned really white, and her dress black; it was so creepy. Then she said shaking ''She's going, she's coming, she crashed, she's dead.'' And then, while my wife was falling down, the phone rang.

I went fast as my legs could to the garage for the car. I went to the hospital where my daughter was. I asked to the doctors while I was crying what room was she, what room was my darling, what room was my Helena. ''Room 394''

Her black and red dress. She was wearing it. The machines what was next to her was doing an annoying noise. I knew it. But I didn't want to say it.

-Sir, I'm Gerald. I was on the car with Helena. We were to her house to give you a notice, that I'm her boyfriend. But then a FUCKING drunk guy with a truck hited us. And it hited on her side. I survived, I don't know how- At that moment, I noticed his eye and his arms... There were cuts and bruises. -That should be me! SHE DIDN'T DESERVE IT! SHE JUST DIDN'T!
Then he started to cry so hard. I saw him before, I remember... He was always with her, laughting, talking... He loved her, I saw that in his eyes. But not much as I loved her. My ballerina. My daughter. My world. My Helena.