Himmel
Work In Progress


I always knew I’d go like this. Alone. Cold. In fear of what awaited me after this pain would pass. After this chapter of my life was over. Part of me couldn’t wait. Another part wanted to be with Paul again, just holding him and never letting go. I knew that part would never get its wish. I had been running for the past couple of hours. I never knew I could run this fast. I tripped on a rock, landing on hard asphalt. I felt a pool of something cool in my hair. I reached behind my head. Blood, I thought as I saw my red stained fingers. I closed my eyes, welcoming death. It was comforting, knowing the end was near. At least I wasn’t going to suffer through this any longer. Everything went black. And I was gone.
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It was bright September morning. I sat up in bed, hitting the “OFF” button on my alarm clock. I stretched and hopped out of my too small bed. “Up, up, up!” I yelled as I past my twin brothers’ room. Donnie and David rubbed their eyes coming out of their bedroom. I could tell Donnie had fallen out of the top bunk. Unless David pulled him out, like he usually did.

They raced each other downstairs. David won. He was always faster. They seated themselves on either side of our small round table. Their Kap’n Krunch cereal had already been poured. “Good morning, kiddos,” my dad smiled, giving us each a kiss on the forehead. David and Donnie said nothing, just wolfed down their breakfast. I grabbed a granola bar.

“Dad,” I said in an annoyed tone. “I’m a Freshman now. Not a ‘kiddo.’”

“Oh, right, sorry,” he laughed. “Good morning kiddos and Diana the Freshman.”

“Don’t say it like that, Dad.” My father was such a dork.
Donnie, David and I ran upstairs to get ready for school. We brushed our teeth, got dressed and I did my hair. “High ponytail, or side ponytail?” I asked my reflection.

“It’s gonna look like a horses a** either way!” my immature brother, Donnie laughed. Sixth graders. How idiotic… I chuckled to myself. I decided to wear my hair in a side pony. I wonder if Jamie will like my new hair? I had cut it several inches shorter, so instead of being at the small of my back, my dark brown hair now only reached the bottom of my shoulder blades. I stared at my reflection. I was pretty average. I had chocolate brown eyes, dark brown hair and fair skin. I wasn’t too tall, nor too short. I wasn’t too thin, nor too fat. I didn’t have an athletic body. I was just average.

“Mom!” David whined. “I like peanut butter, not cheese!”

“And I like cheese!” Donnie said, a disgusted look on his face.

“Ugh, switch lunches, then.” My mother had an exasperated tone. We’d been through this kind of morning before. We raced to our family station wagon. I took my seat in the front.

“But I called shotgun!” Donnie wailed.

“But I was born first,” I said, slyly. “So deal.”
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This isn't my first short story. I've written poems, lyrics, short stories, and a 14-page reflection which my friend called a "novel." All I'm looking for is feedback. Positive or negative it doesn't matter 'cause every little bit helps, right? Thanks for reading.