“The Time I Almost Killed a Little Girl” She was crying. I was panicking. She started crying even more. This is not what I thought would happen while staying at a family friend’s house. This is the story of the time I had to take care of two little girls and almost killed one of them. She’s alive and well now, although sometimes she smiles in a very forced way when she sees me. It all started when my parents had to go somewhere and there was no one to take care of me at home. Of course, I could have taken care of myself but my parents thought I would have gotten brutally murdered or something like that. They decided to leave me in one of their friend’s house. I didn’t think it would be bad because I had been to their house before and she …show more content…
I was panicking. She started crying even more. This is not what I thought would happen while staying at a family friend’s house. This is the story of the time I had to take care of two little girls and almost killed one of them. She’s alive and well now, although sometimes she smiles in a very forced way when she sees me. It all started when my parents had to go somewhere and there was no one to take care of me at home. Of course, I could have taken care of myself but my parents thought I would have gotten brutally murdered or something like that. They decided to leave me in one of their friend’s house. I didn’t think it would be bad because I had been to their house before and she was a nice lady. I also had my phone with me and my mom’s friend probably had wi-fi so all was good. What actually ended up happening at the house was quite the opposite. In the beginning, everything was fine. My mom’s friend was a little busy so she asked me to watch her kids, which was fine with me because they were adorable. When I went to her kids’ room, both of them were excited to see me. When the older girl saw me, she ran up to me and said, “Yay, you’re here. Let’s play a game. I want to play ‘mummy mummy’. Can we please play ‘mummy mummy’?”. I didn’t see any harm in this, so I agreed. ‘Mummy Mummy’ is a game very similar to tag the only difference being, the person who is ‘it’ walks around like a mummy. After playing for a while the younger girl came up to me and asked, …show more content…
It doesn’t matter by who or what is happening. If it is even remotely surprising, I will probably jump ten feet in the air and if I am holding something, I will probably drop it. When I picked up the little girl, it was her sister’s turn to be the ‘mummy’. As she was walking around, she got close to me and I got scared. I jumped and as I jumped, I somehow let go of the little girl and I caused her to fall right on her head. At first, she didn’t notice what happened but after she realized what happened and felt the pain on her head, she started crying. I didn’t know what to do. I decided to pick her up again and wipe away her tears in case her mom came in. I also tried to cheer her up by making her laugh and distract her. Fortunately, her mom didn’t hear anything and to this day she still does not know what
After she went to the doctors’ she brought us news that her cancer has grown slightly and the surgery will be had when she reaches twenty-two weeks in her pregnancy. The following day I was in choir class, I held back tears all day, but when I walked into Mrs. Chapman’s room I couldn’t hold back anymore. I started crying, so Mrs. Chapman called me into her office and gave me a very comforting hug. We started discussing how she understood what I was going through and how her mother had breast cancer. She explained to me how she was one of the main people who helped her mother while she was sick.
Finally, we talked about how scary and dangerous it is for a young girl to walk through the woods to go to her grandmother’s house. Also, she has the thought of her mom telling her to be careful in the woods because it could be dangerous.
I wasn’t completely sure of the things that I wanted. I was being told things that had happened in the past with my mom which gave me even more reasons as to why I moved out and didn’t talk to her. I feel guilty and wish I could take it back. At this point I was so mad at myself for not talking to her that I wish I hadn’t sent the text just to make things easier for me. It all started when I was sitting on her couch, my little sister to the right of me and my mom in front of me.
I heard her take a deep breath as she said the words I have been dreading since I heard the news over the scanner. “Your mother and father, honey.”
There’s a knock at the door, after what seemed to be a lifetime, the nurse, who had left the room only moments before, enters. Her kind face, now seemed menacing. She approaches, slowly, gently grabbing my arm with the coldest hands known to man, or at least it seemed so. For she was about to commit the very act that haunts the world of every 5 year old, the shot.
I’m sure of it.” With watery eyes she gave me a big hug before they had to get ready to leave. I walked them out and began to get sad once they drove away. I quickly walked to my room and let my tears
“I was dragged to a fence covered in leaves, and they took the blindfold off. I could see the other girls bleeding and sobbing in pain. I saw an old woman holding a knife so sharp I could see the drops of blood sliding down the edge. It was the blood of the girls.”
Later lower carcass mom said we could take her to my grandpa's house to bury her. We took her in the car and drove my grandpa's house where we ate dinner. After dinner my, grandpa asked me if I wanted to watch a movie. “Yes of course”, I said. I was still sad but my mom was trying to make me happy.
I soon began to calm her down. She started to tell me that her dad had left her and her mom home alone for 2 days. Her dad came back today and had a gun. He killed his wife and the little girl snuck away. When she had gotten far away from her home, she called the police.
Months went by she never told them. Until one day she came home with her boyfriend and told her parents
She had been sick for a few months in a hospital but one day I got home from school, and everyone was sad. Immediately that was when I knew she died. I didn’t ask for details because I didn’t want to know. I do know
Later, during the party my mom ran out of food to make. She was going to ride her bike to the nearby store to buy more food, but before she did I ask if I could go with her. She did let me...
As any one can see I had complete provocation to feel the way I did. I ether had to except it as my room or move out, which I was not financially stable to do at the time. I felt stuck and pissed off that I was put into that kind of position. I had wondered why my parents would want to do this to me, did they know how I felt,sure didn't seem like it.
One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."
Growing up for me was no fun. I had so many bad experiences that even now it haunts me and I am 17 years old. When I was young, around two years old, my parents took me at my aunt’s house. I was too shy to adapt to the new home. Moreover I could see my parents