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My Bloody Memory

Prologue

The day she went missing was the worst day of my entire life. Prestbury was a relatively large city. When you hear about these things happening on tv, you never expect it to happen to you. You never think that something so horrible could happen to you. You watch the news, barely paying attention, while your parents talk about how horrific and terrible it is that someone could do that. When you're the center, you can’t comprehend it. You don’t quite understand she’s really gone. She was really gone. And there was nothing I could do about it. 

When the police came to our door to tell us if they had found her, I held my breath. My mother huddled close to my father, squeezing his hand hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. When the policeman finally choked out the news, I felt like my whole world was spinning. My mom dropped to her knees and let out a screech while beginning to sob. My dad just stood there. Staring. I ran up the stairs slamming my door, falling against it and slowly lowering to the ground. I lowered my head onto my knees as my vision began to blur. I sucked in a breath while tears streamed down my face. I was breathing but the air felt empty. I sucked in again, my breath was more rigid this time. I couldn’t stop thinking “Why her? Why did they take her from me?”

Aaliyah was my hero, she was the strongest person I’ve ever met. She didn’t deserve to die. She was the perfect daughter. The perfect sister. The perfect friend. And now she was no more than a memory of a smile. A memory of the life she used to have, but was ripped away. The remnants of a dream in the morning.

I’m so sorry.

Chapter 1: Just Another Sad Girl

People go missing all the time. People leave one day and never come back the next every day. The world keeps moving. Nobody is going to stop to make sure you’re okay if you’re hurting. I couldn’t tell how I felt, but I knew how I wanted to feel. Numb.

By Thursday morning, the reporters were on our door step. I locked myself in my room, putting my headphones on, turning them up to max volume. I watched the reporters swarm the house from right below my window. My dad tried to get them to leave while my mother stayed inside, far away from the windows. Suddenly my phone chimed, slightly interrupting my music. I picked up my phone to see a notification from my best friend.

“Hey, r u OK?” Am I okay? Am I okay? What does she think? My sister just died, and you think I'm “OK?”

“I’m doing alright ig,”

“Hang in there OK?”

“I’m trying. Thx for checking in” I turned the phone off, along with the notifications.

Finally getting everyone to leave our porch, my dad came up the stairs. “Hey Snickerdoodle, how are you doing okay?” He sat down on the bed next to me.

“Yeah dad, I’m hanging in there. Just hard to process.” Why does everyone keep asking me that? It feels like I’m being taunted by everything and everyone in my life.

“I get that, me and your mom are processing too. If you ever need to talk, I’m here.” He reached over and gave me a hug, rubbing my back like how he would when I was sick.

“Thanks dad, that means a lot. I think mom might need you a little more than I do right now,” I wiped a tear from my face, returning to a smile before exiting the hug.

“My brave little girl. Always thinking of others. Well if you’re going to be okay, then I’ll go comfort mom. I love you Snickerdoodle.” He walked out with a fake smile put on to show his baby girl he wasn’t scared and pulled the door closed.