This story is based on a dream I had one night. The kind of dream that leaves you looking back to it for the rest of the night. In this reality, Sonny never joined the cast of So Random!
Sonny With A Chance
Trading Joy for Suffering
A car crash ends in a second, but its impact can last a lifetime. On the night of November 29th, Sonny Monroe's mother and father were hit by a car they never saw coming. No one left the scene of the crash.
At the age of seventeen, Sonny was put up for adoption. After a week, she was taken in by the Donahues, a very wealthy husband and wife in their late forties. David Donahue was a black-haired man who normally wore a suit and tie. Linda Donahue had reddish-brown hair, and usually had dark red dress shirts and black dress pants on. The two were cold, impatient, and just the opposite of what Sonny needed.
One of the greatest outrages the two caused was the time David tried to get Sonny to change her name to Jane, in order to show she was living a new life. "No," Sonny replied, her voice laced with anger.
"Now listen, you ungrateful little brat," Linda began to say.
"No!" Sonny screamed. "You can't do this to me! You're not my parents!" The black-haired girl knocked a vace onto the floor, shattering it, then ran up to her room, stomping hard on the marble stairs as she did.
The two could hear her door slam violently. Inside the room Sonny called her own, but never accepted as such, she sat on her bed and cried. The night's sky outside was black, which painted her mood even darker. Sonny tightly grabbed her forehead, and gritted her teeth as she breathed heavily, and cried tears of pain, of sorrow. This isn't my life, she thought to herself. Nothing feels right.
The bitter feeling of change stained her mind, sending her deeper into misery. When her parents died, a part of her died.
The moon was bright and full come midnight. Sonny finally cried herself to sleep, and was laying atop her blankets in the middle of her bed, something she never did before. In her mind, she saw her parents. They were walking with her, who was now a child of five. The three were smiling, and the sun was bright, and covered everything in sight with a warm, golden glow.
Suddenly, her parents let go of her hands, and walked away. The sky darkened to a silver-hued black.
"Come back," Sonny pegged, her heart breaking. "Mommy, Daddy, please!"
However, the two continued to depart, not turning their heads or showing any sign of remorse. Sonny put her hand out, trying desperately to reach her mother and father. A tear slid from her blurred eye, and down her cheek as she pulled her hand back, realizing it was all a waste.
The sound of tires skidding, horns honking, and then... a crashing sound. The Monroes were never coming back.
Suddenly, Sonny woke up, her eyes moist and swollen. The girl sat up, feeling groggy. This the aftermath of the deepest pit of emotional pain the teenager had ever fallen into. Sonny looked at her digital clock, one of the few sources of light in the shadow she slept in. The red glowing lines formed 2:05 a.m.
Had I slept? I only closed my eyes for a second. I'm confused. Where am I? It was that feeling; the feeling of being dazed and delusional, like waking up from a fever-enduced dream.
The girl sniffled, and laid back down on her bed, trying to fall back asleep. Soon, the tears began to pour from her eyes again, and her crying resumed.
The next morning, Sonny woke up at 7:00, feeling awful. "Time for school," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her exhaustion. The girl flipped her feet off the bed, and over the carpet. After sitting still for a minute, Sonny stood up, and walked into the bathroom.
After washing her reddened face, which still showed signs of her pain, Sonny went back to her room, got dressed, and went downstairs.
David and Linda were sitting at a white table, which was loaded with pancakes, sausage, bacon, syrup, orange juice, assorted fruits, and glasses of milk.
"Sit down, dear," invited Mr. Donahue, showing little emotion.
"I certainly hope you're feeling better this morning," said Mrs. Donahue in a tone that seemed more like a lecture than sympathy.
"Uh, I'm not very hungry," replied Sonny, timidly. "I'm just gonna walk to school. Bye." The teen walked out the door, her book bag slung over his shoulder.
Sonny hadn't been eating much since the accident. Besides, she was a little on the heavy side, she thought. Unfortunately, the teenager was far from overweight. In fact, she was about two pounds underweight, and dropping.