Dog Hit By Car: A Short Story

Third Person Point of View: Dog Hit by Car

As Angelica lay inside the house in her checkered pajamas on the living room’s blue rug, Teddy played outside with Angus, a small brown terrier. Angus and Teddy had snuck out to the front yard of the house rather than staying in the backyard as their mother had reiterated many times.

“Go get the ball, Angus!” Teddy said as he threw the blue plastic ball. Angus ran after the ball immediately, his brown fur becoming rustled.

The ball went into the road, Angus chasing after it without a care in the world. Just as Angus had ran into the center of the road, a large truck sped down the street. It was a common occurrence with the newly driving teenagers in the neighborhood.

“Angus, no!” Teddy yelled, his skin turning pale as he saw Angus in the road with the silver truck. Teddy began to run, his eyes burning as he tried to save the small dog, but it was too late.

“YIP!” the dog let out a painful screech as the truck made contact.

Teddy let out a piercing scream as he saw the truck’s tires crush the small dog and continue down the road. The street was now empty, and Teddy ran up to the little body, which had already accumulated a puddle of blood around it. Angus’s chest no longer moved, and his eyes no longer blinked. Teddy shook and tears cascaded down his paled cheeks and reddened nose. His long brown hair now clung to his forehead and cheeks.

Having heard Teddy’s scream, Angelica opened the chocolate door to the house. She was unable to initially see the small body in the street or realize what had happened due to the pungent smell of blood being over powered by the freshly cut grass on the lawn.

Angelica began walking to Teddy as she yelled at him to get out of the

road.
“Teddy, you get out of the street right now! Mom is going to flip if she knows you were playing in the street again,” she said.
Teddy ignored her, and she soon realized why as she grew closer and saw Angus on the street. Angelica collapsed next to Teddy and the frail body that was matted with blood. Her blue eyes began to spill over with tears.
“No, no, no, no,” Teddy whispered, consumed with guilt for having put Angus in the front yard in the first place.
Angelica heard Teddy’s whispers of remorse. She leaned over and hugged him, digging her nose into Teddy’s brown hair. Teddy gripped at her torso, completing the embrace as he cried into his sister’s chest. Some of the blood from Teddy’s grey dinosaur shirt and jeans transferred to Angelica’s pajamas, becoming a prominent stain. Angelica, however, didn’t seem to care. She and her brother had just lost their dog of three years.