User blog:TheGloriousPotato/Lily and London: The Flood of Misery

'''This is a second part to a blog. To read the first part, click here.'''

Lily's point of view: (Friday)
The car hit her, in the slowest, most painful way possible. I stood there frozen, my eyes wide with shock. Angela. Laying there. She is on the road, just laying there. With a red smear across her body. Just laying there. Not moving. Dead. My thoughts became foggy. I couldn't fully process what was happening. All I remembered before I blacked out was her just lying there. Dead. Not moving. Dead. I will never see her again.

London's point of view: (Friday)
BAM. I closed my laptop in surprise. ''What was that noise? ''I thought, glancing around my room in confusion. I slid my laptop under my pillow and walked towards the dining room and looked out the window. There was a shape lying in the middle of the road. A car must have hit her I thought turning away from the window. I pictured the dead body in my mind. Wait... I looked back. No... It can't be. ITS ANGELA. Lying there. In the middle of the road. Dead. No I thought panickingly to myself. ''Shes just hurt. Alright London? Shes hurt, not dead. ''But in my heart, I knew that wasn't true. A wave of heat washed over me. "No. She. Can't. Be." I whispered out loud.

"MOM"! I yelled frantically! Mom rushed from the kitchen and looked at me and cocked her head. "What is wrong sweetie?" She asked. "Uh Uh Uh an an--GEL-gel- ela i-eheh" I stammered, my eyes bulging out of their sockets. "What? Use your words like a big girl. You know how to talk, you are nuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh"

Mom looked out the window. I glanced at her. Her face was pale as snow and her icy blue eyes were wide with shock. She rushed out the door, faster than a cheetah. She sprinted over to Angela in a fraction of a second and dragged her off the road, blood dripping off of Angela's clothes. She looked as limp as a damp wash cloth. Mom immediately took out her phone and dialed 911. "STAY THERE!" she shouted to me, her voice raised with shock. "SHES GOING TO THE HOSPITAL!"

In my head, I knew that Angela was dead. I looked at Mom's face, grief welling up in my throat. I took a step back and I think she realized what was going on too. There was no use calling an ambulance. Angela was dead.