@AxolotlWarrior2506
Sandra kicked the door shut with her heel.
"Hey Dad. I'm home!" She called. There was no answer.
"Dad?" She called again. A low sobbing was coming from upstairs.
"Are you kidding me?" She mumbled. Sandra dropped her backpack next to the door and pulled off her sneakers. Ruffles ran up to her and grabbed one of the sneakers.
"No Ruffles. Bad dog." She pulled the sneaker out of Ruffles mouth, tossed it over her shoulder, and rubbed Ruffles's head.
"Sorry girl. You're a good doggie." Sandra let her hand be licked by the little pink tongue and stood up. The sobbing abruptly stopped. Sandra nudged Ruffles away with her foot and skipped up the stairs. The hallway was silent. Sandra peeked tentatively through the doorway of her dad's room. Her dad was sitting on the edge of his bed, holding something in his hands. She tiptoed in and sat next to him. He didn't protest. Sandra reached over and pulled the thing in his hands away from him. It was a photo of a happy family. A dark haired young man, with smiling green eyes, and a blonde woman who was holding a little girl in her arms. The girl had the woman's hair, and the man's eyes. She had chocolate ice cream smeared around her mouth, and was making a silly face, eyes crossed and tongue out. The man and woman were laughing. Sandra touched the smiling woman. The little girl was Sandra, the man her father, and the woman her mother.
"Did you know," Sandra's dad said. Sandra set the picture down on the mattress.
"Did you know," He repeated, "That two years ago, today, your mother was coming home from work, and her car stopped working. My car was out of gas as well. So she took the bus instead. And you asked if you could go wait outside, to watch the bus drop her off at the bus stop. And I said okay. If I knew what would happen, I never would have let you. And I'm the worst dad ever."
"No, you aren't." Sandra contradicted.
"Don't contradict me, Sandra!" Her father said, standing up. Sandra stood up as well.
"I said, you are not the worst dad ever!" She said, gripping the picture.
"Yes I am!"
"No you're not!" Sandra shouted. The picture slipped out of her hands and shattered. Both father and daughter stared at it for a second. Then Sandra stomped out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Her father said at her retreating back.
"I'm walking. To think." She said, and marched down the stairs.
"Not now, Ruffles." Sandra said as the Yorkie jumped on her. Ruffles whined as Sandra slammed the door behind her. Her father hurried after her.
"Sandra, wait!" He called. Sandra continued down the sidewalk.
"Please wait!"
Sandra ignored him and walked across the road.
"Sandra! Just stop" Her father called. Sandra stopped in the middle of the road.
"Why? I don't really care anymore. Just leave me, okay? I hate you!" She said. Her fathers eyes widened in horror.
"Sandra move!" She yelled.
"Why?" She said, but it was too late. The approaching truck slammed into Sandra.
Pain. Cold. The ground was cold. And wet, with a red liquid. "My blood…" Sandra realized. The world became blurry.
Lights. Blinding. White. Someone touched her side. She groaned in pain. The words someone murmured to her were lost, unable for her to hear. Blackness enroached the sides of her vision. Like ice. Then fire. Then ice again. The world was changing. Fire. Ice. Fire. Pain in her side. Ice. Fire. Blurry. Clear. Blurry.
"No!" Sandra yelled suddenly. She wanted the pain to stop. Ice. Fire. Ice. Then, nothing at all.
