"She didn't have to die!" I screamed at the sky. "You could have left her to say her good-byes first!" I screamed again, with my voice cracking at the end. Nothing was right, and nothing was going to be right with her gone. It was all this so-called 'God's fault. He takes everything away from me, everything. When I was five he took our dog Penny away. When I was 11 he took Mama, and he took Pops too. Not to mention Aunt Aly; the drunken rat that raised me for 5 years during my parent's separation. Everything I seemed to give love, was automatically taken away. Always after I think
"What would I do, without [insert person's name]"
Maybe it's just bad luck, I don't know. But, hopefully, I will come to realize something...
****OKAY! For starters, I would just like to say that this is my completely original idea. I'm sorry if I accidentally copied an idea from another book. I have done that before, and I was really bummed out. This is also one of my first original stories that I'm going to publish on here. I hope you enjoy