The Death of an Old Life
These are one-shots on how family members and friends reacted to the car wreck, and Lizzie's disappearence.
Please let me know if I'm going emo. I really don't know why I'm going through this writing dark phase because I've never been happier. SCHOOL IS OUT! THANK YOU GOD!!!!!!!!!! Enjoy! (Sorry if you cry)
1. A Mother's Child Lost
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I ruffled my son's hair as we walked out of the store. He was obsessing over his new toy, euphoric of his new discovery.
It would be tossed to the back of his closet by the end of the week, but the joy and excitement on his young face made me happy right now.
My older daughter, Elizabeth, was twenty two months older than Will; they both had green eyes and blonde hair. Lizzie's eyes had a beautiful touch of gold in them in the bright California sun, and I wondered if she knew how much she was loved.
She was being a teenager, and waiting in the car, reading, in a particularly foul mood because of the insane amount of homework her unreasonable teachers deemed necessary. She would always rant, "It's as if they expect us to make school our lives! It's ridiculous!"
I smiled. Lizzie was so fiery and stubborn; such strong characteristics and even though she had these qualities, she could collect her self to be cool, and be so mature for her age when needed.
My husband and I sometimes forget she was only thirteen, and treat her like an adult. We apologize for the mistakes, but we're only human and make them again, occasionally.
We rounded the corner, me in absorbed in my own thoughts, and my son babbling about something that his friend had told him that probably wasn't true, when I smelled it. The gasoline.
I was vaguely aware of flashing lights, but all I could really see, was my Honda, smashed up against the wall. it was totaled, but even worse. Worse than totaled. It had been annihilated.
"LIZZIE!" I screamed and threw myself forward, a police man grabbed my arms and tugged me back, but I fought against him, trying to see me daughter.
"LIZZIE!!!!" I choked on the smoke and fell to my hands and knees, my eyes gushing tears.
"Was there someone in that car, ma'am?!" The alarmed officer knelt beside me, his eyes wide with shock.
"My daughter," I croaked, and buried my head into his shoulder as sirens blared in my ears.
The officer hauled me up and tugged Will's hand, marching us quickly as I stumbled beside him. When we finally stopped, I tried to open my eyes but couldn't.
There was a deep explosion behind me and doubled over, winding my fingers into my tangled hair that smelled like smoke. The knees of my pants were ripped open and the skin had been peeled back from where I had fallen onto the asphalt.
Why hadn't I made her come into the store with us? Why?
What cruel fate was this?
What cruel fate.....
"The body was incinerated by the ashes," a firefighter marched up to inform the officer.
"There's no trace left?"
The police officer looked over to me sadly. He squeezed my shoulder.
"Is there anyone you want to call?"
I thought of my husband, at work, blissfully unaware. "No," I whisper. Let him have another hour to live.
When a parent's child dies, their life is over.
"You sure?" I wrenched my eyes open and realized I was wobbling on my feet, about to collapse.
I nodded, staring past his shoulder at nothing.
"I'll give you a lift home then," he said and gently placed Will in the car and then held his hand out to me. I ignored it, and walked right up to the door.
Before ducking into the cool interior, I looked up at the sky, tears streaking down my face.
I could imagine the way her eyes must've sparked in the fire's reflection. I turned quickly, willing myself not to throw up before staring up at the sky again as tears ran rivers down the dusty, ashy land that was the soft flesh of my cheek.
I wondered by the time my life ended, if there would be canyons etched into my face, bearing the scars of a mother's child lost.