Warning: This story is rated Mature. That should be warning enough.
"No! Make it stop!" Sam screeched. He jerked back, and then looked at his hand. It was now bandaged. "I bandaged it myself while you were out." Saire shrugged. Before Sam could say anything else, she retouched his forehead.
~Mother~
She hurried out the door. She had to get high, and fast. She was going through severe withdrawals. Her vision was getting burry, her whole body trembling. She finally reached the neighbors house, and pounded on the door. "Contrasena?" A man's voice asked. "El caballo no esta lejos de ser el agua." She responded, voice trembling with every word she said.
The door opened. "Hola Jamilla, Eliza is in the den." The man said, speaking in a British accent. He was wearing a suit, along with perfectly white gloves. Not a speck of dirt on them. "Hola Edgar, still a butler I see." Jamilla stated. "Ah yes, pays mighty fine." Edgar responded. The house didn't smell a thing like smoke, since Eliza hated giving away a free smoke.
Eliza stood up, wearing a long silk red dress. Red like fire. Jamilla never understood why someone running a drughouse would dress so nice. Eliza held a one pound bag of marijuana in her hand. "$75.50." Eliza said demandingly. "You owe about $550 in drug money, now where is it? You know what happens to people who disobey me do you? The money is due right now darlin'.
Jamilla scavenged through her purse. She could only find about $50. "Can I just give you this now and pay the rest later?" Jamilla asked. "I am afraid not darlin'. Edgar kill her." Eliza exclaimed, a smirk on her face. Jamilla was overcome with fear as she watched Edgar pull out a dagger. "She has two kids, torture them, kill at least one, kill them both though if they resist. "Yes, my lady." Edgar responded.
He ran towards Jamilla. He swung the dagger by her face, but she ducked and it sliced through the air. "Ah Jamilla, I thought you would've learned to pay up since your hubby died." Jamilla felt and overwhelming sense of guilt. Her husband had been killed by her last dealer, since she couldn't pay for her addiction. She didn't report it to the police, for fear her children would be taken away. They still thought that one day daddy would return home.
She grabbed the door handle and slid open the door. She raced out the back door, running towards the wooden fence. She climbed it as quick as a squirrel. "London bridge is falling down." Edgar sung. He was right behind her. She ran down the sidewalk to the gate. "Falling down, falling down." Edgar continued to sing, only a couple feet away from her. She unlocked the gate, then ran up the driveway. If only she had taken the time to unlock the gate. Edgar was still right behind her. She reached the steps, only to trip and fall face first into the wooden porch. "London bridge is falling down." Edgar sung. Jamilla pushed herself off of the ground. She felt a sharp pain in her back. "My fair lady." Edgar sung, opening the door.
~Sami~
Daddy I love you
You've never left my side
Even though death dues us part
We haven't really parted
I feel you in my heart
See you in my dreams
You are forever a part of me
You always told me
Never give up
As you pushed me on the swing set
As I was growing up to the person I am now
Never say never
Was your motto
Don't give into your fears
That you are haunted by
You said
You should tell your fears that you are not afraid
And scare them away
You always give me hope
Hope is what keeps me going
I hope somehow, some way you can read this
And know that I love you
~Sam~
"I can't believe she was still using drugs." After what happened to dad too." Sam collapsed to the ground. He cried, and cried, and cried. He cried until he could not cry anymore. "Sammy it's ok." Saire said. "No, no it's not. She is the reason dad is dead, and you're dead, and even for her own death." Sam screamed. "She knew that what she was doing was wrong, yet she still continued to do what ever the hell she wanted." Saire looked scared. "Sammy, you always said that that was the devil's language, that you would never speak it." "I don't fucking care!" Sam shouted. Saire started to cry.
"Saire….I didn't mean to yell." Sam whispers. His sister had always hated yelling. Her soft blue eyes turned white. She unfurled her wings. They turned from white to an ash color. She reached out one hand, and grabbed his neck, lifting him off of the ground. He couldn't breathe. "You shall learn!" She yelled in a demonic voice. She was choking the life out of him, with only one hand too. "Saire…stop!" Sam shouted, barely being able to get that out.
Saire dropped him. He hit the ground with a loud thud. Saire's wings turned back to white, and her eyes turned back into their original blue. "Sam I'm sorry…. I just got so angry." She whispered. But, he was unconscious, so he couldn't hear her. She walked over to him again, touching his forehead.
~Sky~
Dear Daddy,
It has been six months since your passing. I just wanted you to know that I love you. I should've been there the night you left, and when Sam left earlier today. Don't tell anyone, but I know he's not coming back. I still remember the look on Sam's face when
she found out you were gone.
I have always kept my feelings bottled up, but lately have been finding it hard to do so. I've been hurting so bad, I've been thinking about killing myself. I know, nine year olds shouldn't be thinking about that kind of stuff, but I just can't help it. Everyday is just a day to me. Life no longer has any meaning.
Mom and Sami have been very distant. Even Sam has started to become distant. I feel so alone on this Earth, so unloved. Do you still love me? If you do, please send me a sign. Anything would do, I'd even accept spinach (and you know how much I hate spinach). Just some kind of sign that you are watching and still love me.
I hate the fact that you died in the war, but truth is I agree with every aspect. Only one country should exist, and that one country should rule over the entire world. That way, we will all be united. Isn't that what you always said Daddy? That we should all be united?
I can't tell Mommy, Sami, or Sam how I feel though. They feel that the war is stupid and that it should end. So, I just put on my happy face for them and join in on their conversation about how wrong the war is. How can I tell them how I feel? I love you Daddy, always. War is the answer.
Your daughter,
Sky
Sorry this didn't turn out as long as I hoped. So now you know how the father died. Should I include a chapter with the story of how he died? Please review!