As had an uneasy feeling about it


As she lifted the gun to her chin I could feel it in my legs, sending a sharp pain through my bones. When she pulled the trigger the pain traveled straight to my head, as I could hear her pulse slowly going dead.      AsI walked down the long dark road I could hear her voice speaking in my ear,guiding me down the street as if she was still here. As I glanced into the sky,I could see her tears slowly falling until they splashed against my cheek, oneby one slowly dripping off my skin until it made its way to the cold hardground where she once laid.

The road continued on for miles and the leaflesstrees hung over my head as if they were barren since she passed. I turned to myleft and saw the exact spot where she ended it all.  As I stared at the empty space underneath the treewhere she once laid, I felt a cold breeze come over me and goosebumps rose upon my arms. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up and Isuddenly had an uneasy feeling about it all.

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 Flashing back through myhead, I remembered the old black truck that rattled when it drove.  You could hear the gears when they changed andthe exhaust made it easy to hear the truck from a mile away. I glanced back atthe spot once more as I continued down the long dark road. I could hear thesounds of sirens behind me, getting louder and louder with every step I took.

But when I turned around, there was nothing there. I closed my eyes and thoughtthat when I reopened them it would all disappear. Yet when I glanced back up Isaw the ambulance driving by me and quickly coming to a stop. When I looked tomy left I saw her lifeless body lying on the stretcher, slowly being covered upwith a black tarp as if it were all being played in slow motion. I looked at myfeet and continued walking, hoping the horrific memory would escape from mybrain. “BANG” I heard a gunshot that rattled my ears, but when I looked up Irealized it was only the sound of the gun replaying in my head. The sound ofthe weapon that took my best friend away.

The memories started to flow out ofmy brain and my eyes started to water as I came to a stop, realizing that herjourney in the world was over.      Theold bumpy road that I come across every once in a while is the road where myaunt took her life. The road that set me on a path to a new beginning, thejourney that made me see the world differently, changing my outlook on lifeitself. My aunt gaining her wings made me become the writer I am today.

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