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The sentence should've continued... but it didn't... it ended just like her life. Her life should've continued, but it ended just like this sentence. I miss her but everything comes to an end even if we was able to continue for so long, just like this very long sentence. If only her life could've continued like I hope the end of this sentence will with these semi-colons; I know they both came to an end.
I watch my mother put on her apron, the heat from the oven causing me to start sweating. I stand up and it gets harder and harder to breathe as I walk over to my mother, wanting to hug her after all the hardships we've had. I hold her in my arms and it surges pain throughout my body, causing my eyes to widen as I shut my eyes. When I open them, I'm engulfed in flames with the last memories being of my mother in her flower apron.
I look at the last chip in the bag, smiling at it. The last memory of my brother was gone. I had stolen the bag from him but he wouldn't know until later... never actually. The last memory I had with my brother was stealing that last chip while watching a movie with him. That memory would be remembered for a long time, even after the fire...
I was just lure. Always have been. My brother's the one who killed them. But tonight I finally felt remorse when I noticed a guy walking down the street drunk with his younger sister. He laughed while she just tried to carry him. What a sight! I had never done anything like that with my brother. I was supposed to bring those two in for a big reward but let them go. Maybe I didn't want this job anymore.
I used to hang out at clubs with all my friends. I used to. Past tense. That was before I lost my friend at a club.
It was a nice day, at first. Then, at night, we went to a club for her birthday. I wasn't a drinker so I saw the whole thing go down.
It was horrible.
I flee from a lot. I fled my home. I fled my school. I fled all of my friends. But what I didn't flee from was him. He was my sunshine. I loved him and even if he didn't notice me, I noticed him. And with every smile he showed, I couldn't help but lose my cool and burst into flames. I loved him and I would never flee him. Never.
Stripes. Hmm, that boy was wearing stripes. He looked like Cheshire Cat. Ha! I like it! Oh wait, I'm not supposed to smile. If I smile they'll think I'm crazy and send me back to the room of insane people. I can't let them know I'm insane. But the boy with the stripes. If he could help me, well, if he would just talk to me I think we could help one another. I want him to talk to me but I soon let my chance fly. The boy with stripes found his way to me first.
I was gifted at swimming, so God took away my arms. I was gifted at running and God took that from me too. I used to even be good at singing and God took away my voice. I don't know why I;m still given gifts but God still chooses for me to have a different destiny. I'm not a professional swimmer, I'm not a professional runner, I'm not even a professional singer but I know one thing, I'm gifted at creativity. And God will never be able to take that way from me.
Clear as water, clear as glass. I wish I could still say that everything in my life was clear. Except that it's not. I've lost my family, only my parents and my younger sister still talk to me. I've lost everything that used to be clear to me just because a man decided to tear me apart.
There's no such thing as a happy ending. There's no such thing as a happy life. There's only sadness and grief. At least, that's what I used to think before I met her.
Now there's such thing as a happy ending. There's happiness all around us in life. There's more than just sadness and grief. There's something in the air that makes me feel loved. Unfortunately, I'm still grieving over her death.
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