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Death of a daughter

Short story By: Stella Dawn

To all Moms out there, maybe you should read this. So that you wouldn't rely so much on your daughter...ever...again...

Okay, just to let you know that the first italic part is the daughter's point of view.

The second part is the Mom's point of view. And lastly, it's best friend's point of view.


Submitted:Nov 9, 2013    Reads: 98    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

"Alice, why am I alive?" Jennifer asked when we were sitting by the benches as the basketball match played.

"What are you talking about? If you're not alive, then where would you be?" I was shocked by her sudden question. I have never seen this side of Jennifer before.

"I should be dead. I am so stress with school and life...no one understands me." I looked at her as she heaved a sigh and stared blankly.

"Don't think that way. Just remember, all of this would be over as long as you persevere and study. Think of the good future ahead. Plus, you have me! I will always be by your side." I encouraged her by wrapping my arms around her shoulder.

She laughed and tried to be positive but I knew deep inside, she must be thinking I'm talking crap. I should let myself in her shoes. How could Jennifer be happy when her Mom is always relying on her? She did everything her Mom told her to but it was never enough. And I admit, I gave her stress too by asking her to study and study and study.

I mean, studying will give you a good future right? And Jennifer wants to be a doctor so she should study.

Everyday, Jennifer only knows how to sleep and eat. She doesn't do the housechores for me and she likes to spend my money. She is so useless.

I walked into her room to wake her up after her school. Usually, she would be pulling herself up from bed but today, she just lies there. I am so furious of my useless daughter! I walked towards her and wakes her up.

But there was only me in her room and the reality dropped down on me as I finally realised Jennifer has passed away a week ago. I crashed onto her bed and cried.

I know I brought this to you Jennifer, I am truly sorry.

But Mom...it's all too late.

I turned when I heard Jennifer's voice. There she is, standing infront of me with blood all over her face and body.

Why would you do that to me Mom? I feel so miserable down here.

I screamed and tried to run out of the door, begging Jennifer and apologising to her for making her suffer.

I thought you like to rely on me a lot? You should come with me.

I read the headlines on Yahoo news and the photo of Jennifer and her Mom was there. Jennifer has passed away a couple of days ago and her Mom was also dead unknowingly. There were no signs of her dying and people believed Jennifer took her away.

My vision blurred and Jennifer's face faded. I can't believe my best friend was gone just like that.


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