• Chapter 5


    I was almost at daddy's house. I saw the only other house close to daddy's which was about 10 minutes away. I kept looking out at the house and hoped that we would get lost and never be able to find the house. I wish I knew what Abby had meant when she said "See you soon." I mean when I tell daddy what happened, he's going to be so mad that he's either going to never let m out of the house, or give me away. And since he never wanted me, he's most likely going to give me away. I wish this never happened. If I hadn't run into the road none of this would of happened. I was almost crying again. I didn't want to think about my mom right now. I didn't need more reason to cry. Why did she save me? Why couldn't she just let me die? I mean my life is going to suck so there's no point of me living it. If I died, daddy would be happy, mommy would be sad,yes, but she could have another kid-a boy-and daddy would have loved the boy. I bet she knew that too. But if she did then why would she have saved me? She saved me because she loves me. Said a voice at the back of my head. I knew that little voice was right. Mommy should have been the one to live, not me. But there was no point in thinking about it. It was in the past. And you can't change the past. As we drove it was getting dark. I looked at the clock and it said that it was 6:20. We were at the house now and I could see people everywhere. I looked up to the doors of the house and saw that there were cop cars there. I got out and someone yelled my name and came rushing over. I heard alot of people calling my name but there were so many that I was getting confused. All around me people were standing. I turned around and around in a circle, all I could see was people. People I didn't know, and some people I did know. I saw Abby's mom and she was looking at me. She had a worried look on her face. When she saw me looking at her she waved bye to me. I tried to yell to her to wait but I couldn't get my voice to go loud enough to get heard over everyone around me yelling. I started to get dizzy. To many people yelling, asking where I was, if I was ok, where was my mom, how did I get here. To many questions. To many different voices talking at the same time. I started to sway on my feet. "Stop yelling, stop talking everyone, I don't feel good." I kept on saying, but no one heard me. They were all talking at the same time, all asking the same questions, all of them too close. I kept swaying on my feet but on one noticed, they just on asking-yelling-questions at me. There was darkness filling my eyes. I was going to faint. I had hope that this was all just a very bad dream. That I was going to wake up any minute now. That this was all going to be over. With this hope I let the darkness take over me.

    When I woke up I saw that I was in my room. There was a maid sitting in a chair reading a book. She looked up from her book and over to me. When she saw that I was awake she put her book down and came over to my bed.
    "How are yo doing?" She asked me. I didn't remember this maid. She had long brown hair and really bright green eyes. "Fine." I said to her. She must have noticed that this my first time seeing her because she said, "I'm Kira, and I am you new maid." My old maid used to be named Kira. Weird. Even weirder, where was my old Kira? "Where's my old maid Kira?" I asked. She looked down and didn't say anything for a minute and then she looked up again and said,"Well, she thought that you had run away because of something she did or because she thought you didn't like her so she, um, kinda, killed, herself." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Kira had killed herself because of me. Kira, if you hear me out there, I didn't run away, I really like you. My mommy died, and it was my fault, this nice lady took me to her house, she got me cleaned up, she had a little girl, she looked just like me, even whore the same clothes I did. She said we were, twins. I think she's right. But where ever you are, I'm sorry you killed yourself over me. I really did like you. I thought sending the pray for my old maid, Kira. She would hear me. I knew she would. "Oh." I said to the new Kira and then got up and out of my bed. I stumbled a little because new Kira helped me keep myself steady. I nodded at her and she let go. She sat down and looked at me like she wanted to know something badly. "What do you want to ask?" I asked. I knew she was going to say nothing like all the other maids, and I was right she said,"Oh, no it's nothing. I was just watching you to make sure you were not going to almost fall again." I looked at her and knew she was lieing. "What did you want to ask me?" She looked down and then slowly looked up and said, "How did your mother die?"