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A car cash started it all.
What did the crash start and why?

Hey! This is Maria's friend! I know this is Maria's account, and she said I can participate in this writing contest! Didn't want to make it too long though! So please give me some feedback! Thanks!!

All I remember before I blacked out were the loud tumbling and skidding noises of the car tumbling across the icy, frozen road. And before I knew it, I was slammed on to the pile of snow outside next to the car on the side of the road. My hair covered my face and I noticed red in the snow. My blood? In my head I asked myself questions like, "where's mom?'' or ''what happened?" but I felt like I've been hit with a tranquilizer dart in my head, because that's all I remember.

I woke up in the hospital a few days later, and was hit with the most unexpected news. My mom died on the scene of the crash. At first, I thought that I didn't hear right, and it was hard to take it in. The doctor said something else but I couldn't hear him from the irritating ringing in my ear. But as it finally soaked in, I realized a few drops of tears running down my cheeks. But those few drops gradually became more of a waterfall, as I imagined my mom's energetic smile, and her warmth and kindness...it just didn't make sense. Why did my mom have to die? First Dad is gone, and now mom? Why?

Of course it appeared on the news. It's a small town and everybody knows each other. Rumors spread, I was on TV, but I didn't want to talk about it. Why would a kid want to talk about their own dead mother? Those reporters and gossip people don't understand anything. I hate this. I feel like an animal in a cage with no escape. At school, everybody didn't talk to me. They all claimed that my mom died because of me. It's my fault because my mom and I fought during the ride. I guess it is my fault... now that I think about it. I didn't even get a chance to apologize to my mom. No family, no freedom, and everything seems dark. I just wish somebody could bring light into my life.

Weeks later, I was taken to the orphanage. I hated it. Everybody there. Everything. But I met someone, and even though nobody else talked to me, he did. Rui. He always smiled and talked to me like I didn't do anything. When I talked about my mom, he listened to me. When I asked why, he said that he enjoyed my stories about my mom because he didn't have one. So everyday, in the garden outside the orphanage, we talked. We laughed. We would share our sorrows, problems, and moments of happiness. That was the only time I laughed since my mom died. And before I realized it, I ended up liking him. It was the first time I ever felt that way. I found someone who brought light into my life.

The crash may have been something traumatic, and I lost someone important, but I also gained someone important since. Someone who could shine a lighter bright than anything in the world. The car crash started a relationship between Rui and I.

Renew
"You're going way too fast." Why do I even bother? It didn't matter how many times I said it. They weren't paying attention. Everyone in the back seat was yelling and singing along to the way too loud music.
"Relax. It's not like anything bad is going to happen." John rolled his eyes and continued laughing along with the others. Great. Nothing bad is going to happen. Sure... that’s what accident victims always say. Right? I looked up at the road. Someone had to watch it. There was another car coming. Hopefully John will remember to stay on the right side of the road. You could never tell. Especially when you got him in the car with a whole bunch of other irresponsible teens.
"Look at that. Those motorcycles think they own the road." He glanced back at the others with a huge grin. "I'm gonna show them who really owns this road." He swerved into the other lane. Right towards the two motorcycles.
"JOHN! You're going to kill us! STOP!" I closed my eyes and gripped the seat with my hands. Everyone in the back seat stopped talking. They knew this was going too far.
John didn't stop. He kept on going.
I heard the bikes in front squeal and honk. A thought ran through my head but I didn't have time to really think about it; Do bikes have horns?...


When I opened my eyes I had a hard time adjusting to the light. It was so bright. Where am I? I could hear a lot of beeping. Am I dead? Oh my God. I'm dead. I hadn't even gotten a chance to live! How could I die?! This was impossible. This is just a bad dream! I can't be dead... I can't.
There were voices around me but I couldn't tell who they belonged too.
"Shh." One said. "Look. She's waking up."
"Oh thank heavens! I was so worried." The second one sounded close to tears. I felt someone grab my hand.
"Kate? Can you hear me?"
I blinked a few times before everything... didn't... come into focus. I blinked some more. All I could see were shapes. Somewhat. I could tell that this wasn't heaven. I'm in a hospital room.
"Kate?" It was my mother. She was calling my name.
"Mom... Where are you?" I could see her shape, a little. Fuzzy, but she was still there. "Mom," My voice cracked. "I can't see you." I felt some tears on my cheek. Am I blind? Will this go away? "What happened? Where is everyone?" I looked around. Panicked. Of course it did no good. I couldn't see anything. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again. Still, nothing. What happened to them? How did I end up here? Last I could remember was; we were driving down the road and John...
John, he hit a car. It wasn't two bikes. I remember.
Bikes don't have horns.
My mother sobbed and wrapped me in her arms. "Kate, oh Kate. I was so worried."
I pulled away. "Mom. Where is everyone else? Where's John and Liz?" My face was wet with tears. I was scared. "Where's Sam?" I didn't even bother looking at her. Or what I took to be her. I just stared at the wall ahead. Or what I took to be the wall.
My mom took a deep breath and hesitated. "Kate, can you see me?" She asked.
I turned towards where her voice came from. "No... Mom. What happened. Where is everyone else?"
I heard her get up. Why won't she answer my questions?
"Kate. You need to talk with John." I heard the door close.
She left.
I don't know how long I waited. It was a while before John came in. He sat at the foot of my bed. "I'm sorry Kate." He sounded so guilty. "I wasn't listening. You were right and I was going too fast."
I wish I could see his face. See what he looked like right now. What do I look like? A mess?
"John, where is Liz, and Sam?" I asked.
"Liz is in a room. She has a concussion but nothing serious. And Sam--" His voice broke. "I'm so sorry Kate." Oh no. "I didn't mean for this to happen." No.
"John. Where is my brother." I asked as loud as I could without my voice breaking like his. "Where is he?"
John reached over and grabbed my hand. "He didn't make it." No...
My face was now streaming with tears. I couldn't stop sobbing. I couldn't even find my voice. I couldn't tell John how much I hated him right now.
He took that as a hint and left.
Before long, I was asleep. Apparently I was in shock and they had to put me under. I didn't mind. The longer I was out. The less I would think on it.

When I woke up again, my mother was sleeping in a chair by the side of my bed. I could see her again. "Mom?"
She woke up after a few tries. "Kate, what is it?"
"Sam..." I didn't finish. "John killed Sam."
"Kate. Don't think like that. It wasn't his fault." What?!! How could she say that?
"Yes it was mom. He killed my little brother."
"Kate, John is your best friend. Don't say things like that. It's not right."
What's right anymore? First dad and now... now this.
"Where is John?" I asked. "I want to speak to him."
My mom stood up. "I'll go get him." She was by the door. "Kate..." She looked back. "Just don't kill him."
I turned towards my window. How long are they going to keep me here?
"Hey Kate." John came in. He looked horrible. Like he hadn't slept in months. Like he hadn't eaten anything in days. Like he felt like dying.
"John." I acknowledged him.
He sat next to me on the bed. You could tell neither of us wanted to talk. He felt guilty for what he did and didn’t even look me in the eye.
“John, you killed my brother.” I tried to get him to look at me. He didn’t say anything. He definitely didn’t look at me. “You gave Liz an injury.” I said. “You almost killed us all.” My voice was getting higher.
“Kate… I didn’t know it was a car. It was dark, I couldn’t see right. Everyone was loud and I was distracted. I thought I could scare the bikes and go between them. I’ve done it before.”
“I tried to tell you. You wouldn’t listen. John, you’re a murderer.” I was super angry now. “You deserve to die.” I looked away from him. I felt his gaze on me, finally. That got his attention. Here he was, moping around feeling sorry for himself. He just killed my brother! Why does he not feel sorry for him? Or me?!
My mom came in. She must have been listening. “Kate. Calm down. John has been through as much as anyone else.” She walked over and placed her hand on his shoulder. What is this?
“Mom. I don’t want to talk with John right now.” I didn’t look at him. I didn’t even talk to him. I told my mother.

A few days later I was discharged and my mother brought me home. She was still upset with me for not talking with John. Or maybe she was still thinking about Sam… I wiped my face with my sleeve. I was never going to talk to John again.
My brother was buried next to my dad. I wasn’t even there for it. I was in a coma for two weeks they say. I don’t remember any of it.
Every day since I got home until now; John has sent me messages, letters, email. Finally a blocked him. I refused to get the mail. After a while I just stopped opening any of it. I would just burn it.
What happened to us? We used to be best friends… now I don’t even talk to him?

A month passed and I finally opened one of the letters. He was still sending them.
Kate,
Do you remember going to the park and climbing up to the top of the monkey bars? Where we would ist all day and talk about how we’d never leave each other. We were best friends…
I crumpled it up. I wasn’t going to read it.
I called John later that day. He said how much he missed me. He didn’t bring up the accident though. We decided to meet at the park. I was trying to be his friend again. It will take time but maybe in the end we will be better friends than before. Maybe this is a good thing, not Sam’s death but our renewing of friendship.

I have to go :( I started mine, it's not done yet. But don't finish the contest without me!!

☞Maria wrote: "Hey! This is Maria's friend! I know this is Maria's account, and she said I can participate in this writing contest! Didn't want to make it too long though! So please give me some feedback! Th..."

That's a great story, really inspirational! You should keep writing!

Angel wrote: "I have to go :( I started mine, it's not done yet. But don't finish the contest without me!!"

I'm still working on mine too :D

I'm entering. And I'm not finished mine yet.

When is the contest done! Because i haven't even started writing mine!

The 26th at night

Tomorrow.

Is there a word limit?

Yep

What's the word limit?

There is no word limit, just write the story but don't make it too long because I'm judging others. Be have fun and be creative:)

I'm sad. My story is sad.

Enter as many as you want:) just beware the length

Mine is probably going to be around 800 words.

That s good I guess. I should have fun reading it.

Mine is 1477 words... it's hard to write short stories. I still had to cut thing out. All of my writing is quite lengthy. :/

IKR! I find it so hard to write short stories.

Chloe wrote: "IKR! I find it so hard to write short stories."

Yes! I can never get what I want in them when they're too short.

I know. There's always more to add.

That's the challege you get to practice how:)

lol, my friend is the same way writing in school. We had to write a 5-8 pg essay and geuss how many pages she had? 11.

Me, too! I wrote a succesful short story! It's more meaningful than eventful, but I like it a lot.

I recently had to do an Author Project. There was a minimum of 400 words. I had like two and half pages....

Here's my story:
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...

I enjoy writing, when its my choice. I get great grades in school, but I have to force myself to write and it's no fun,

Jada wrote: "Oh and Chloe, your story is amazing!"

Aw, shucks. Thanks.

No you fine mary d

@Chloe:
Both of your stories are awesome!
@Mary:

I have two stories?

lol, I meant you and Mary both

you're welcome!

I'm running like the wind. I can hear my heartbeat, loud and clear.

Why am I running? Because my brother is dead. The idiot.

This is all his fault. It's his fault that I'm running away from home. From a mother and father who can't forget about him long enough to not cry every time his name is mentioned. From a sister, who like me, is moving with my aunt and uncle who live halfway across the country.

Ben was the only one who really cared. He taught me important things. And that stupid car crash is what started it all. That car crash is why I'm running. Literally running, if you didn't get that from word one. I can't stand all of the memories that are swirling around in my house.

Ben said he needed to tell me something. He was driving to the Old Man's Pier to meet me and tell me something. I'll never know what it was he needed to tell me. But he sounded pretty urgent when he called me and told me to meet him.

That started my journey to the Place I Hate The Most. Only problem is, I have no idea where that place is.

One other thing Ben told me was if I was ever in trouble, travel to the place I hate the most and I'll find help. Does this count as trouble? Yeah. A kid running away from home. I need to know what's waiting for me in the Place I Hate The Most. Maybe it's someone who knew Ben really well. Maybe he knew what he was going to tell me. I can't pass up this chance. I know, it's pretty stupid to run off to some unknown place on your dead brother's orders, but wouldn't you go? Nah, you probably wouldn't.

Why do I want to find this place, though? That's what I'm constantly asking myself. Maybe it's because if Ben had told me to jump, I'd ask "how high?"

I worshipped the ground Ben walked on.

And I'm going to find out what he needed to tell me.

If it's the last thing I do. And nothing anyone does or say will stop me.

Mary D wrote: "OMG! Why am i suddenly hating how rubbish my story iz? All of youus are AMAZING nuff said B-)"

Your story's gooooood!!!

Jada wrote: "I'll never forget Mother's death. Two years ago, fifteen days, May sixteenth, a day I will never forget. It started it all, the rival. The rival between our families. Many people who shouldn't have..."

Wow... haunting. Great job!

Meeeeeeeiyu♫Lalalaalalala Girl♫Imagines Dragons wrote: "Mary I love your story!!!
My story is really bad because all I did was type it shout even thinking of a plot and stuff and typing what pops jn my head which I always do with my other stories lol"

That's normally what I do. But this time I actually used some real stuff. I know someone who was in an accident because they were driving at night and the driver thought that the car ahead were motorcycles. :/

Molly wrote: "Renew
"You're going way too fast." Why do I even bother? It didn't matter how many times I said it. They weren't paying attention. Everyone in the back seat was yelling and singing along to the way..."

Pretty good : ) Keep writing!

Littleonionwrites wrote: "Molly wrote: "Renew
"You're going way too fast." Why do I even bother? It didn't matter how many times I said it. They weren't paying attention. Everyone in the back seat was yelling and singing al..."

Thanks. :)

Mary D wrote: "Yeah i wrote about my sisters car accident in 2004. So i guess i didnt exactly make everything up. More lyk modify it. P.S. Dat cute little girl angel at da end of d story? Dats me :-D"

Mary, you're really good.

I love your story!!

Thanks : D

HAHAHA!!!

Meeeeeeeiyu♫Lalalaalalala Girl♫Imagines Dragons wrote: "I remember in HP the tales of beadle the bard had drat as a person haha"

Hehe

Meiyu, when's the deadline? I haven't finished mine yet- been at choir since three, just got back. (we had two concerts. that was 15 hours of theatre time for me. so exhausted)
Long story short, my story won't be up until tomorrow.

Oh, ok :S omg

Angel wrote: "Oh, ok :S omg"

Can't wait to read yours!

OMG :O
It's GONE AHHHH!! Now I have to restart! crap crap crap crap.... *hyperventilating*

^^nvm. Forgot that i copy and pasted it to Word earlier. ha.. ha ha...

Meeeeeeeiyu♫Lalalaalalala Girl♫Imagines Dragons wrote: "Oh no:(
Awww I hTe when I save something and it's gone or I lose something:/"

lol! ikr? same ugh.