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p of the world and things are working out well and we forget that life also has bad tim

nd that's when you start losing your confidence ,we start asking q

ime the sun shone brightly, the sky was blue and the birds were chirping away in the trees. We let go of that memory and that glimmer of hope and then, we start seeing only darkness in the tunnel, we stop believing and we stop moving and that's when we fall. That's wh

my chest tightened like it was going to burst at any moment. I wanted to scream and cry my heart out. But I couldn't. I didn't. Though I could feel a million thousand emotions bubbling up inside me, yet

er sister, my immediate younger brother, then my little sister. They were all trying to hold back tears. My brother seemed rather indifferent, like he didn't really

what I'm guessing were prayers. My mom stretched out her hand towards me, pulling me closer

few feet from us. The windows didn't roll down as I expected, but I could definitely se

could that be?

efinitely doesn't know who that is. An

hat he's gone " Nikki added. For the first time since Nikki became a teenager,

t count on the fifth. Am guessing they probably thought he was going to die. But Dad didn't die immediately, he had a stoke which we ma

er's loans he accumulated without telling anyone and at the same time paying his hospital bills, medications and taking care of four kids and family

ke that. As it is, We've already had enough of your f

the wrong person". Evan added, mom give him a s

an shark, or one of the Mafias". A feeling of dread washed over me, I suddenly felt nauseous. But the door didn't open. It just stood there, then in after what felt like hours, it started moving. It drove down

Nikki chirped. "I'm not

u scared of ghosts

at, there are lots of dead bodies here. It makes my skin

after all ". But Ni

s?" Evan asked " Th

lowing behind her, matching her strides . I could still hear their voice in the distance, Evan was still arguing with his sisters, explaining why zombies are real, while Nikki was covering her ears, speaking abov

oud voices and blabbering, we were still grieving. My mom gave me a slight squeez

that has always been my problem. Living in my head. Over thinking every single little thing and creating worst scenarios in my head. Yet I still couldn

planning on sleeping here with your fa

she said, there are lots of dead bodies here and it's making my skin crawl. And