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No one has read this story yet, and I don't really care. I'm going to work on this one for now because I started other chapters at my mother's house, and I don't feel like rewriting them. :( SORRY but I'm going to notice my usual readers to see if they'd be interested in this story. Sorry sorry sorry for not updating the others sooner, it's been over two weeks! I'm insane. I know. Too bad.

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Chapter 2

Connie

My eyes fluttered open slowly. I couldn't sleep very well last night, for fear of my daughter. Sonny. She had told me she had felt so sick and slept all day! I was so worried that it came on so fast, but I'm sure she's fine. I decide to go check on her, silently reassuring my self that she'd be there.

I know very well that my daughter was completely honest with me about her sickness. Sonny seemed miserable and I couldn't stand it. It wasn't as if this 'sickness' came on to fast because she was planning on leaving that night. When she told me the producer of her favorite show called, I hadn't thought twice about my decision. She wasn't ready yet. Sure, she was turning eighteen soon this year, but she just wasn't ready at all. Sonny was my little girl; my small, naive child who would need me till she died. And if she thinks that she's just going to leave even before it's legal, she's not naive: she's insane.

These thoughts had me forgetting about getting dressed. I fled from my room after reading my alarm clock: 7:48. I ran down the hall and to her room. I tried to turn the knob- it was locked. This had me sighing in relief. She never locks her door unless she is sleeping, which she's doing right now. I know she's sleeping. She is.

"Sonny?" I call her name quietly, but loud enough so she would wake and call back. After a few seconds and I don't hear anything, I start to hyperventilate. My stomach jolted and clammy moisture broke out on my face. For some reason I believe that the door will unlock if I try turn the knob once again, but to no avail. It's still locked.

"Sonny. Sonny?" My voice is loud now. I call quickly, hopefully.

My hands forcefully try to push the door so that it would maybe break and I could see my daughter with my own eyes. After shaking my head and how stupid that idea was, I ran downstairs to the kitchen.

I opened a few drawers, forgetting because of my fright where I put the skeleton key. I frantically run my hands over the counter, searching insanely for this key. Things were knocked to the ground. My favorite vase- clear with black patterns on it- had fallen to the ground and shattered into a million pieces, no longer keeping the flowers that fell, too, safe.

For just a second the crazy searching stopped. I held my head tightly in between my palms, and I focused. Skeleton key, skeleton key...on top of the grandfather clock! I sprint al the way to the living room, quickly grabbing the coffee table and pull it. My back throws out for a bit, and I stop, but then I continue. I take it in front of the clock, but when I stand, I still can't reach. Blindly, I search until my fingers come upon a piece of skinny metal.

I take it and run back upstairs, fumbling with the key in her door. My hands shake and I can't get the end of it through the keyhole. Taking a deep, calming breath, I stick it in the door and I hear it click. Dropping the scrawny piece of metal without a second glance of thanks, I fling the door open.

The first thing I see is the blankets lifted unnaturally, upon a solid shape beneath. Tears of relief roll down my face. My legs run toward her without me even ordering them to.

"Sonny!" I sigh happily. I was at the bed now, pulling the covers off to see her beautiful face. "Oh, honey-"

I stopped cold.

My hand was not touching the smooth cheek of my daughter- it was on top of a purple pillow, frozen. I fumble with the sheets, pulling them this way and that only to reveal a yellow and green pillow. My face scrunches as the tears of now misery slide down. Whole body shaking, my head throbs painfully with the amount of mood swings. I shake my head in disbelief.

She was gone.

I run downstairs and just look around at the mess I had made. There was glass on the floor, knives, flowers, shattered plates...it all looked like a reflection in wiggling water as the tears in my eyes blurred my vision. I walked slowly and carefully to the counter, sitting down on a light tan soon after pulling it out from under the counter. I put my head on my hand, which was propped up by my elbow on the surface. I look blankly around until my eyes land on a piece of paper from my grocery list- it was written on.

I reached out to grab it slowly. When I looked down to read it, a few tears of mine dropped onto the paper. It read:

Dear Mom,

If you ever even read this without freaking out and trying to stop me, this is what I have to say: I'm sorry. But, it's for the best. It's a once in a lifetime chance, and I'm not just giving it away because you don't want me to leave. I'm an adult now, turning eighteen in three months, and I'll be perfectly fine on my own. I don't know how' you'll take my note, if you'll be proud of me or completely furious at me, but I'm going. I love you so much, and Ill call you when I'm brave enough. It will be the most awkward phone call I've ever had, but whatever. Please, please, please don't come after me. I'll be fine. If you really love me, you'll let me go. I'm ready to leave Mom, are you ready for me to leave?

I'll miss you,

Allison

Where was my sun?

That's what I ask myself as I jam the keys to the car in the ignition, turning them fiercely to start the engine, in my pajamas. There was no shining, just dull gray clouds that had me thinking of negative metaphors straight away. Her car was nowhere to be seen. As mine quietly rumbled to life, I slammed my foot down on the gas. The smell of burning rubber fill my nose, and I shiver in disgust. But then, a half second later, I'm zooming out of the garage and onto the street. I tried to remember my way to the airport to see if a certain Allison Monroe had taken the next flight. I wiped saltwater out of my eyes to clear my vision, I could barely see. Despite that, I turned the wheel angrily to make a sharp turn. I almost lost control of the car, but I quickly swiveled back on track. I got a few honks and fingers, but I let them slide. They weren't my Sonshine.

I made my way onto the highway quickly. The airport was just about twenty minutes away, but I couldn't get there fast enough. I stepped on the petal harder, my car speeding pp in response. There wasn't a cop in sight, but I wouldn't care if there were. Nothing was stopping me now.

The car advanced a sharp turn to exit the highway, and I could see the balls on the electric lines so that planes would know not to hit them. I was close. So close. I made my way much too fast to the turn and I whipped the wheel around.

I jerked the same direction, my head hitting the other seat. The passenger seat. My neck burned as I disrupted a nerve. I stayed with my head in an uncomfortable awkward position as I waited impatiently for the pain of my neck to wear off. My car still turn sharply.

Too sharply.

I collided with a frightening crash into another car. My head jerked forward and smacked against the wheel. I could fell my skin rip open, and a warm liquid trickle down the side of my face. Searing pain was noticeable in every part of my body. Everything in my mind went blank. All my worries, scares...gone. Nothing. I could feel myself slowly drifting, and I embraced it quickly, realizing soon enough that the pain was leaving as the darkness took over.

Then, everything went black.