The Day I Lost My LIfe.

David L.Frierson
5-6-10

The lane was night dark even at noon. I knew she was coming and coming soon. Today was the day she was killed nobody home but her and me. I remember her annoying me I was not having a good day left to baby-sit her. What more can I say. My mother and father always drank, so it was not surprising when I received the call that they were killed in a car accident, but that just added fuel to my fire. She whined and whined I couldn’t take it no more I went in the kitchen and pulled open the door and got the chainsaw cut her head right off her shoulders blood gushing all over the rug her body hit the floor that cry I would hear no more. They say you are never really missed until you dead or you gone, but who ever said that was dead wrong. It was dark so soon in the summer and it was only noon. She never did like the light it was dark down that lane blood everywhere in sight. Ill be here when she comes for me. I mean you can’t avoid death and she’s not going to avoid me. I guess its destiny. The road was night dark 12:00 noon I walked through the flames and there she came and then I left cannot live twice the lane was night dark even at noon when I lost my life.