The Black Snake

Mikaella B.

09/24/2012

EAPSS

English

Ms. Black

The Black Snake

It was winter night in London, classic fog, almost didn't let me see the sidewalk ... I walked quietly down the street of my home with my daughter, age 6, she was beautiful, her hair was the color of caramel, eyes color of green as a leaf, we lived in a quiet neighborhood, until that night, when my daughter was subtly thrown into the street and killed by a car that came from nowhere in a high speed.

I couldn't react, I couldn't do anything, I was in shock, my little girl, my baby, dead, in the middle of the road, the only thing I could do at that moment was cry leaning in her bloody body, I wanted to die with her, I couldn't believe that she was going before me, what I would do with all our plans, throw it all away? Write a book with them? I don't , in that moment my life had stopped to.

Was so strange the way things happened, she was holding my hands like always, laughing with that precious smile, but someone from nowhere came and dropped her on the street and she died. I was feeling so guilty at that time, why I didn't run to her and get her from the streets? Why? So many whys in my thoughts right now

I stood up , near her body, the police was already there, the police officer asked me what happened, I didn't said a word, not because I don't want to, but because simply nothing got out of my mounth.

They removed my daughter's body from the street, one of the officers walked with me home. When I got home, something was missing, her presence, her kindness. The pain that was inside me was suffocating me, the only that was in my had was the memories that I had from her . I went to sleep in her bedroom.

I woke up in the next morning with some angry feelings , I left home and start walking, I went to the place of the fatal accident , the blood red as rose still there in the ground, the sound of our steps on the sidewalk still in my head, I keep walking, nobody in the neighborhood knew it about what happened, so one of my neighbor call me.

- Good Morning – she said

- Good Morning – I replied

- How is your sweet daughter? – Asked her

My anger in that moment was so big that I just replied

- She is dead, don't you know that?

I ran so fast that I fell in the ground, my knees hurt so much and they were bleeding a lot, I slowly stood up, I fell pain all over my body, and I raised my head up,and I saw in front of me an old red house, with black windows, I think nobody