The Story of How I Faded
I am Alexa Trenton. I have been dead for 27 hours and 12 minutes. I have 2 more days until I leave, after that I don’t know what will happen. I am still in the shock that I am dead. Now I am at my house, watching my mom on the sofa crying. Wow, I never thought they loved me this much. Sorry, that was a bad time to make a joke. I was shot three times, first one in the right side of my neck, second one was on my left femur, and third one was on my head.
It was a normal day like any other. The exasperating noise of the alarm clock woke me up like any other morning. I pressed the lime colored snooze button like any other morning. My sister approached loudly and pushed me off of the bed like any other morning. It felt like something wasn’t right, and now I regret the fact I ignored that feeling. I got dressed in in 10 minutes and sprinted down the stairs and went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Grab a pop tart packet from the top left counter and headed straight out side. “Good morning, well might as well say good-bye,” my mom said coming out of nowhere.
“Oh, sorry mom, I have a feeling that today is not going to be my day,” I complained.
“It’s okay.”
“Bye mom, see you when I come back.”
“Have a good day.”
I packed my stuff up and ran to the bus stop. I saw Jackson. We have been fast friends since forever, and his dad, John Kelly, is my dad’s best friend. He also works for my dad until yesterday when my dad fired him. “Hey Jack,” I said waving my hand calmly.
“Hey,” he answered back.
“How is your dad holding up?”
“He is really mad at your dad for sure.”
“Yeah, I know, I wish I could do something about it, but sadly I can’t.”
“I understand Alexa.” The bus screeched and stops in right front of the stop sign and we got on the stairs and sat on a seat. I sat next to the window and Jack sat next to the aisle, as usual. We had a long conversation about how my sister, Angie, always bickers with me. Apparently, Jack thinks that she is really sweet. He was talking about his little brother Jade; he is only 4 months old and is always at the hospital. Jade was born with lung cancer, and they are really going through a tough time economically.
Finally, about fifteen minutes later, we arrived at school; we got off and entered the room. We had the same teacher, Mrs. Rain. Every morning we read for a half hour. It’s the most peaceful time of the day. No screaming or yelling or getting in trouble. The silence soothed me, until the obnoxious sound of the telephone broke the silence. “Jackson your uncle is here to see you, go outside, please” Mrs. Rain commanded, and he did what she had told him. After a minute or two, he came in and rushed inside while crying and handed me a sticky note.
He packed his stuff up while everyone was listening to the rustling of the papers that he was shoving into his dark blue backpack. Jack broke the silence by saying “Mrs. Rain, my uncle would like to see you, too.”
Jack started running, and Mrs. Rain ran with him. I quickly sneaked down at the sticky note; it said ‘Jade passed away.’ I suddenly gasped loud as I could. I felt like the whole world broke down on me. I hid the note at once.
The rest of my day went horrible. I was spacing out a lot. At noon, I got to lunch. I’m usually overactive, but today, I sat alone, and somehow I digested the disgusting school lunch.
Finally the final bell rang. After all the shoving and the pushing of the annoying, immature kids, I finally made it to my locker. I just want to find a way I could contact with Jack right now. I know how it feels to lose someone, someone special. I quickly packed my stuff up and went to the bus. I sat alone, wishing Jack was here.
The bus screeched and stopped, again. I got off alone, and headed towards my house. I heard someone sauntering behind, well, kind of like following me. I saw a shadow behind me on the grass. It looked like someone tried to catch up with me. I don’t know if someone was trying to scare me or what. I cautiously turned around and it was Mr. Kelly. “Oh, hi Mr. Kelly, I am so sorry for your loss, but shouldn’t you be in the hospital?”
“It’s your dads fault,” he said and suddenly he shot me on my neck.
“Please, don’t do this, Mr. Kelly, I’m sorry, please leave me alone,” I asked politely as I saw him directed his gun at me.
“Because of him I couldn’t save Jade, he just had to take my job away, but now he can feel the same as me when he loses you.”
“Wait Mr. Kelly I was going to talk to my da-,” I couldn’t even finish my sentence and right away, he shot me in my right femur and my head. He looked surprised, because he didn’t listen to me at that time. Everything just started to become blurry. In that blurriness, I saw police and my parents running. Mr. Kelly had his knees on the ground with his hands behind his back. I heard two doctors mumbling to me. Everything started to fade and I started to go to sleep.