One Hope-Part Four~

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock rang at seven in the morning exactly. Not a second more and not a second less. ‘I guess it’s time to wake up,’ I thought. I dragged myself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. I saw myself in the mirror, but I didn’t think it was me in the mirror. Not with the crimson red eyes, and the white face. Not the tangled hair and the pale lips. It couldn’t be me. Then I remembered the fight with my mom. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and ran out of my room. In the hall I threw on my sneakers and slung my backpack on my shoulder. I was about to run out the door, when I thought about the fight. I slowly closed it and longed for my mother’s soft honey voice humming in the morning and lighting up the beginning of the day with her bright smile. I shook my head and crept up the creaky stairs quietly.
I heard sobs. “Why didn’t I tell our daughter about you? Why is she so upset? What did I do wrong?” my mom cried. I saw her stroking a small picture frame decorated with beautiful shells. In the frame was a picture of a familiar face, the face I saw every time I opened my diary: my father’s face. Then my mom started to go towards the door I was hiding behind. I remember what she had done and stomped down the stairs heading out the oak door. SLAM! The door closed with a slam behind me and I ran to the bus stop…
“Selleeennnaaaa~~,” I heard a voice sing. I turned and saw a girl with the looks of my best friend Chealsea but with brown hair and not red. “Hullo! You like my hair?” Chealsea asked. I stared at her with my brown eyes with a frown. “I hate it,” I had sneered. ‘Why did I say that?!’ Chealsea asked, “Why?” I looked at her with disgust. “It’s something called ugly. Do you need me to spell it out for you? Or do you know how it’s spelled. After all you should know. You are the spelling bee champ,” I jeered. It alarmed me. I never said those things before and now I was. “Get out of my face now bitch!” Chealsea looked at my white face then ran off. In the spot she was once was, was a silver charm bracelet. One of them stood out more then the others. It was a sleek blue dolphin. The bus hadn’t arrived yet so I decided to walk to school.
I was crossing the block when it happened. I hadn’t noticed that the light had changed and I wasn’t supposed to cross. I was deep in thought. And that’s why it had chosen to do this to me…
CRASH! BEEP! HONK! BOOM! A car had run into me. ‘I deserve this for being cruel to my best friend, and my widowed mother.’ I thought I saw my life flash before my eyes. I prayed for death to take me. I hoped for the cold hands of death to take my soul. I wanted to die. I wished with all my might that I could melt away. I heard the sound of wailing sirens, and the whispering of curious people. I felt an adult holding on to my arm and checking my pulse. I tasted water streaming into my throat. I saw blood. I wanted to disappear from the face of earth… take me…. Then my world went black, and I didn’t know what happened. I just knew that I may be dead.