Joined: 21 Jan 2008
Don't hurt me, dont leave me, just love me.
I am Katie, I am 13 and not a very talented writer but thats never stopped me before.
This is one of m story's. Just Chapter One at the moment but I will write chapter two
soon. As soon as I can figure out how to start a new chapter because the charecter isn't
in a very good position (read on) so it shall be a hard one to get out of. I will think of
something though, I always do.
[INSERT STORY NAME HERE]
Chapter One ____________
I heard the ambulances around me and my head was spinning, my knee’s were on the ground
next to his body, I held my hands in my head and cried. I felt his blood soak into my
jeans. I hugged his body, looking for the slightest bit of breath. I kissed him, and for
just a second his eyes opened, me said to me before they shut closed once more, “I will
wait for you, I promise” More tears flooded out of my eyes uncontrollably. I dropped his
body softly onto the ground and I stood. The man who had shot him, twice, directly in the
chest was being pulled into the police van. I ran over to him, in anger I screamed
“How could you do that to him, how could you do that to me! You’re a sick evil man! I
hate you! I hope you and all your kind rot deep in the depth’s of hell!”
“God wouldn’t let me go to hell, that child was evil, so are you its to bad I didn’t
shoot you both, this is what god wanted!” He replied. I was more furious then ever
“Just because we didn’t believe in your religion didn’t mean we didn’t believe in
god! Jesus dies for us, for everyone! Why can’t you let everyone else live for him! This
is not what god would want! Not one bit!” I screamed at him as the door of the van slid
I stood there, reporters were in my face, they caught the screaming battle on tape. They
caught it all on tape. I sat down on the concrete, then I lay, snuggled up in a ball.
Tears drenched my face. I held his necklace against my heart, his last words lingered in
my head, over and over.
Pain stabbed my heart. I don’t understand. Why is he waiting for me, where is he
waiting, and how am I meant to come? I kept laying on the ground, I didn’t move. The
cold air shot through my skin and into my heart, I didn’t move. Not for days, weeks.
Until eventually, my body strength withered away. I died.