To Whom it May Concern and Other Junk

Soooooooo the other day I went to rehearsal with my dad and (no offense) but I didn't really have much to do. . . So I ripped a piece of notebook paper away from my binder and just kinda began writing. Afterwards, I became my same ole' OCD self and went through and edited it like crazy. . . O.O' I'm gonna post a picture, when I become all energetic and want to do something like that. So edited and all that jazz, here is kind of a weird little excerpt from the story To Whom it May Concern ;D




As we arrived in the hospital I felt ready to hit something. It didn't seem fair Char and I walked away with only sprains and bruises while Maddox was almost turned inside out. The doctors had rushed my little sister back to an operating room and dumped Char and me into one of those small rooms that has the annoying curtain. You know, the ones with those cheerful little ducky and kitten prints, trying to make you perky but nothing about an E.R. was never perky. Though, our curtain was slightly ajar, and I could peer from the bed and watch the nurses that rushed past. It slightly offended me, for they acted like we weren't even there! The two teenage girls who had just escaped death.

Char's voice jarred me from my thoughts. She had walked into the room, and I was somewhat guilty for not even realizing she had left.  "Mom and Dad are on their way."

That certainly grabbed my attention, "Are they close? Do they know about Maddox? Are they mad?" Sighing, Char slumped down in the lumpy bed next to mine and rubbed a bandage that had been wrapped around her hand to stop it from bleeding anymore.

"Yes, no, and furious."

That was the moment I began to sob. It wasn't because I feared my parents, but it seemed to be the only time I was allowed to cry. I had been trying to be strong through it all, and show my sister I was mature enough to handle the whole ordeal. Flinging myself into Charrollette's arms, I cried and wailed until. . . well, I can't really remember.

It took around nine minutes for our parents to get there. I had to tell my Mother what had happened to us because Char and Dad had gone to see how Maddox was fairing. Mom dumped her heavy purse onto a tiny nightstand table and dumped herself into a chair. I don't think she could even glance at me until I was done, because I had blood matted in my hair, my wrist was sprained and I had bruises covering my entire body.

I must admit, I watered down the accident a little. I didn't tell her about when we flew, head on, into the stop sign the blue Kia had refused to stop at.  Her mouth widened with every word that slipped from my mouth, and once I had finished, it was as large as the Grand Canyon.

"Oh, Thalie. . . ." She continued to mumble throughout my tellings. Once I was done, her green eyes collided with my blue ones, sorrow and sadness dancing through her pupils. Though, it was suddenly replace with something I had never seen from her in my entire life. Fire.

It was frightening, and I was so thankful when my father and sister walked in. I wouldn't be for long.

His eyes were red. Her eyes were puffy. No.

The doctor fumbled in. My father collapsed into a chair and broke down in tears. No!

The doctor mumbled words my ears refused to listen to, but there were three that assaulted them anyway.

"Maddox is dead."

Spinning. Crumbling. Falling. Sobbing. Weeping. Screaming. Punching. Begging. Pleading. Pacing. Kicking. Holding. Praying. Blackness.






Okay, so I know the very last part doesn't make much sense with the whole -ing words and then the random: Blackness. It's because Thalie blacks out after doing all those things. I plan on changing the words so there are three for each stage of grief. It's kinda confusing, but insted of going on to the last stage, accepting, Thalie's mother stops at anger. Thats what causes them to move and so on and so forth ;)


There you have it, some of my latest writings and other things that I am to tired to go into further detail with.


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