This is a new novel I am writing. It has been an idea sitting in my head and desk drawer for quite some time now and I've finally taken it out and actually turned it into a story. It's for NaNoWriMo. What do you guys think?
Here is the synopsis:
Sal Glory's life has been tumbling apart in the recent years. Her parents are divorced. Her mom is rarely around and can barely support the family. Sal is taking care of her younger brother, Dan. Dan was the only thing keeping her going. So imagine how fast her life fell to pieces when her brother dies. Now can you see how surprised and sad she must be when she finds out she could have stopped her death? But there is a way she can still find him. He's not completely gone.
Here is the excerpt:
Life. How do you describe life? Pain. Horror. Loss. Love. Happiness. Joy. Plus a million more adjectives. Everyday is a new mystery. Let's just hope it's not one that's painful.
I once asked my mom, "Why don't we ever see grandma and grandpa anymore?" She answered, "They're away." To that I had replied, "When will they come back?" She simply said, "I don't know sweetie. I don't know." She then kissed my forehead and went to bed. This was when I was six.
When I was 11 I asked about them again, but this time asked, "Mom? Are grandma and grandpa dead?" She sadly answered, "Yes." My heart had fallen just a bit at that one word. I then asked, "When did they die?" "When you were six," she told me. "Why did you tell me they were away then?" I puzzled. "Because I was trying to spare you the pain sweetie." I never really understood just what pain she meant, because I had gotten so used to them being gone. But now I do.
The pain of losing a loved one is indescribable. It's unbearable. It makes your chest hurt so bad that it feels like it'll explode. It causes an endless stream of tears on your face.
The car comes fast and right at Dan. It sweeps him off his feet and back to the ground hard. I hear the sound of my own voice crying his name as I rush to his side. I hold his little body in my arms and cry. His blood is all over me.
"Sal. Sal? Is that you?" Dan asks me crying in pain.
"Yes. Yes, I'm right here kiddo," I answer staring down at his little face.
"Sal, it hurts," he cries.
"I know. I know it does. But everything will be alright. Help is coming," I say. The tears are streaming down my face and dropping down onto my body mixing in with his blood.
"Will you take care of Buddy for me?" He wants to know.
"I will.. I promise," I say as I rock him slowly back and forth as the life drains out of him.
"I love you Sal," he quietly whispers. His words are getting softer and softer.
"I love you to Dan," I whisper into his face as I kiss his forehead. I feel his breathe slow down and eventually becomes so faint that I can barely feel it anymore. "Dan?! Keep talking to me. Please... Dan please don't leave me," I cry rocking him in my arms still.
I wake up screaming with tears rolling down my face. "Dan? Kiddo?" I whisper into the empty night. I hear the soft whimper and feel a soft nudge at my leg when I say his name. I look down to see our dog, Buddy on my bed. I look across the room at Dan's bed. Empty. It will always be now.
My little brother. My life. He explained to me what true pain was and to do so he lost his life...
This is a new novel I am writing. It has been an idea sitting in my head and desk drawer for quite some time now and I've finally taken it out and actually turned it into a story. It's for NaNoWriMo. What do you guys think?
Here is the synopsis:
Sal Glory's life has been tumbling apart in the recent years. Her parents are divorced. Her mom is rarely around and can barely support the family. Sal is taking care of her younger brother, Dan. Dan was the only thing keeping her going. So imagine how fast her life fell to pieces when her brother dies. Now can you see how surprised and sad she must be when she finds out she could have stopped her death? But there is a way she can still find him. He's not completely gone.
Here is the excerpt:
Life. How do you describe life? Pain. Horror. Loss. Love. Happiness. Joy. Plus a million more adjectives. Everyday is a new mystery. Let's just hope it's not one that's painful.
I once asked my mom, "Why don't we ever see grandma and grandpa anymore?" She answered, "They're away." To that I had replied, "When will they come back?" She simply said, "I don't know sweetie. I don't know." She then kissed my forehead and went to bed. This was when I was six.
When I was 11 I asked about them again, but this time asked, "Mom? Are grandma and grandpa dead?" She sadly answered, "Yes." My heart had fallen just a bit at that one word. I then asked, "When did they die?" "When you were six," she told me. "Why did you tell me they were away then?" I puzzled. "Because I was trying to spare you the pain sweetie." I never really understood just what pain she meant, because I had gotten so used to them being gone. But now I do.
The pain of losing a loved one is indescribable. It's unbearable. It makes your chest hurt so bad that it feels like it'll explode. It causes an endless stream of tears on your face.
The car comes fast and right at Dan. It sweeps him off his feet and back to the ground hard. I hear the sound of my own voice crying his name as I rush to his side. I hold his little body in my arms and cry. His blood is all over me.
"Sal. Sal? Is that you?" Dan asks me crying in pain.
"Yes. Yes, I'm right here kiddo," I answer staring down at his little face.
"Sal, it hurts," he cries.
"I know. I know it does. But everything will be alright. Help is coming," I say. The tears are streaming down my face and dropping down onto my body mixing in with his blood.
"Will you take care of Buddy for me?" He wants to know.
"I will.. I promise," I say as I rock him slowly back and forth as the life drains out of him.
"I love you Sal," he quietly whispers. His words are getting softer and softer.
"I love you to Dan," I whisper into his face as I kiss his forehead. I feel his breathe slow down and eventually becomes so faint that I can barely feel it anymore. "Dan?! Keep talking to me. Please... Dan please don't leave me," I cry rocking him in my arms still.
I wake up screaming with tears rolling down my face. "Dan? Kiddo?" I whisper into the empty night. I hear the soft whimper and feel a soft nudge at my leg when I say his name. I look down to see our dog, Buddy on my bed. I look across the room at Dan's bed. Empty. It will always be now.
My little brother. My life. He explained to me what true pain was and to do so he lost his life...
Thank you for view it! :D
~Sammy