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Weeping Willows

Prologue

Today is a very special day for me. Today is the day where I can celebrate my growth with my 2 best friends and my family; our family. They are the world to me, especially on my…

A four year old child with shoulder length, Spanish curls/ straight dirty blonde hair, sat in the rear car seat. She had the oddest looking eyes, her right eye was cyan, and her left iris was magenta; and she had the sweetest smile. She store out of the window, sighing at the rare sighting of snow. It was only October 31st, yet it began to snow even in the plus 20 degree weather. Strange. "Little mandarin, are you alright? You seem to be sighing a lot. You should not stress that much, besides, when we reach, the boys will be more than welcomed to play with you. " Her mother said. Her mother had long, jet black, wavy hair; her eyes were glimmering jades, and her face was as smooth as porcelain.

"You are right mami, they will be happy to see me. Oh, and yes, I am perfectly fine." The little girl spoke. She was headed to her friend's house; in which she would stay for a week. One was five and the other was the same age as her. They were the only friends she had, ever since her brother passed away. She never knew when or how he died; only that he went to grandma's house. No one told her that he died, she seem to have got the message. No one ever told her the real truth in her family. Most promises were broken, and she was treated badly since last year. It was only the four of them now; Nana, the nanny went on vacation so it was less crowded in the vehicle. Just the three of them...

The four year old then turned her attention to the furious driver in the front seat, her papi. Sweat dripped from his tan skin, washing out the gel from his spiked silver hair. For some unknown reason, he just kept look out the window, out back, cursing under his breath. He was shivering frequently and pressed the gas pedal a bit harder. The vehicle started to speed up dramatically, the sounds of bullets were heard, and cries were echoed. The little girl clutched the seat tightly, her eyes red and filled with many tears of fear. "Daddy! Papi!" Yelled the little girl, "Slow down!" Papi did not answer; he just kept his nervous expression on his face.

"Honey! What is going on! Slow down!" Mami exclaimed.

He then turned around, with a slight grin on his face, "Don't worry dear, it will be all over very shortly." Suddenly, blood spewed from her father's body. The child's eyes grew in bitter shock as her father's head got blown off from his neck. She grabbed a hold of her mom's sleeve, giving her mother the cue that was out of breath to hug her tightly. She snuggled her face in her mom's chest for more protection. The car started to swerve out of control.

"Sweetheart, close your eyes for me," Mami took in deep breaths, shivering from the loss of her husband, and the outcome of their lives, "I'm right here." The shaken girl nodded, but was curious why she couldn't look. She took a glance at the front window; her eyes grew wide and she was completely out of oxygen. If she had only listened to her mother's last command.

"Aah!" The female voices pierced the sky finishing off with a loud explosion.

Girl's POV

Mommy… where are you. It was extremely hard to inhale, and my vision was somewhat blurry. My lower abdomen pained as I tried to sit up; it was if I had no support at all. I felt like a big lump of garbage, ready to be picked up. I turned to my left, and glanced at a long, thin, metal pole. Maybe that can help me. I shifted my side in order to let my very thin arm free. I slowly reached towards the pole and grabbed it. Yes! Now I can find mami! I tried to stand up, but I still could not. I turned to my left once more, in shock to see that the pole was still there. It laid in the same position that I first saw it in. I started to panic, why could I not move? What is happening to me? Remember, the big lump of garbage I mentioned earlier? Well, as I shifted my majestic eyes down, I realized that I really was a big lump of trash. I could not take the stress anymore, the remainder of my body started to get numb and my eyes became heavy. It got darker, and my mind was fuzz. I think death has finally caught me… "They are... the world to me, especially…on my…birthday…"A single tear fell from the corner of my eye, and sat on my upper lip; that was the last thing that I felt that night.

End of Girl's POV

Crowds of people and local newspaper reporters gathered at the rubble, to get footage of the wreckage. Officers held the violent crowd back, as investigators started to search for answers in the contained area. "Sir! Mr. Maxwell!" An officer shouted, "I found something! I found a body!" Mr. Maxwell, a well known detective in the community jogged over to the eager officer. He looked down at the body the man was yelling about, and gasped.

"Holy… What happened? Who or what could have done this? Officer!"

The officer jumped and spun around on his heels until he faced eye to eye with Maxwell. He nervously gave a stiff salute, afraid he had disrespected the detective from being absent minded. "Ye-yes... sir, d-detective Maxwell, sir!" Stammering, and sweating like a pig.

"Bring the paramedics quickly! Tell them we have a young child in a life threatening condition." The officer stood there in front of Maxwell looking at him like he just spoke pure bogus. Maxwell tensed his fist at this sight, "Do you mind telling them, now!"

The officer freaked, and bowed many times to Maxwell to express his forgiveness, "Sorry, sir! Yes, sir! I-I mean no, sir! I mean yes, sir! I mean I'm on my way Detective Maxwell, sir!" He dashed towards the paramedics like mad, wiping the litres of sweat from his forehead.

Man where do they hire these fools from? And they call themselves officers! Officers my foot! Maxwell shook his head at the thought of it, and sat on a nearby boulder. About 2 minutes later sirens had echoed the sky as the paramedics had arrived.

At the Hospital

Maxwell stood outside of the ER, pacing back and forth. It has been 3 hours, and not one doctor came to give him an update. Who would do such a thing? That was the question that lingered in his mind for the longest while. He pushed his hand in his breast pocket and took out a black leather wallet that he had found at the accident. Inside was a photo of the little girl, in a surreal setting. They must of loved photography. He took out the photo and flipped it on the reverse side. Luna… He jerked as he heard footsteps behind. He did not expect a hand to pat him, causing him to hit the bystander. As he looked down he noticed it was the doctor, rubbing his behind from the impact. "I'm terribly sorry, doctor." He stretched out a helping and towards the doctor, who had accepted. He stood up and brushed his crisp white coat that managed not to get dirty. He sighed and shook Maxwell's hand.

"I am Dr. Lassiter, and you must be Detective Maxwell, am I correct?" The doctor stated.

Maxwell nodded, "What's the update?"

The Doctor hung his head low not willing to see the detective's disappointment. "She's in a coma, I'm afraid she will not make it due to the amount of blood she has lost. It is useless to reattach her limbs and her heart rate his dropping dramatically. If in 3 days she manages not to recover, we have no choice but to take away the oxygen support. We would not want her to survive with no limbs now would we?"

The detective stood there silently, now he was the one who was absent minded. Then it hit him. "Doctor, I think she might have a chance…" Lassiter nodded. Maxwell knew it would be cruel to just end the poor child's life right there; he wanted to give her another chance at life…to start over. She would have no parents; it would be hard, but he knew she could make it. "Did you consider auto mail?"

OMG! That was such a long prologue! I need your help as well! I need you guys to pick out a Spanish last name that will go well with Luna. I need it before chapter 2, so you can just post your suggestions in your review. You know the rules, no flames, only reviews and constructive criticism. Remember I need at least 4 reviews to update. Peace out!

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