Creative Writing Mid-Term SS, Be gentle...

[darksibelis]

Thunder boomed, skies alight with the clashing of the Titans. Rain whispering as if in mourning as they rushed down from the heavens to console the old man kneeling over the small grave. Sobs drowned yet still appeared, the man was wracked with pain. Not physical mind you, but emotional. It was his fault this patch of soil was now occupied with a loved one. He had been driving his granddaughter home from Sunday school only a week ago. Her small face bubbling over with joy and complacentness that only a child can posess. It was raining then as it is now, clouds safeguarding the Earth against the sun as if it was there to invade. It was definitely not the proper weather to be speeding as grandfather was. He zipped along the curvaceous back roads that veined the mountain city they lived in and paid no heed to the signs that dotted the road side. He took one curve at break neck speed not realizing the effect the standing water would have on the traction, but it was too late. Tires screeched in protest as the brake pedal slammed into the floor board. The four door Sedan slammed into the guard rail shattering the glass from the force of Impact. Only the tenacity of the steel railing had saved them from plummeting. The Grandfather breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived in the silence. The heart shattering silence of no crying, no whimpering, no sobbing that only a parent can experience. The old man spun about immediately only to regret it a moment later. Sweet little Jessica sat in her seat mouth agape, head at an unnatural angle, small delicate arms limp at her side. Lightning flashed and the shards glinted in triumph at claiming the girls life. The gut wrenching scream that ripped from the Grandfather's throat threatened to rend glass from pane once more. His hands scrambled in his glove box for the cellphone before his hand clutched it firmly. He flipped it open, the small screen greeting him with the time, 5:47 PM. He dialed the emergency number that all are taught and summoned through half closed eyes ladened with tears the help he wanted...needed. A dull pain throbbed at the back of his skull and with his free hand reached back. His hand returned stained crimson with blood. It was the last thing he remembered before waking up in his hospital bed. He had killed his baby, his son's child, he had killed his own blood. She would never play with their dog Star again, they would play candy land ever again. He felt defeated, empty and intimidated by the thought of losing Jessica. He would never get over it. The rain whispered condolences as it rushed to console Grandpa.

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I had to use 5:47 btw lol