Welcome back, owlnerds. Here is the final part of Fiona’s Hero
Fiona’s world begins to fall apart. After a recent gun shooting, her biggest supporter is gone. Now she is struggling to keep the faith, keep her grades up, and stay out of trouble. Will Fiona keep the faith in one of the darkest times of her life? Or will she blame God for losing her father
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My ears rang as I could hear the gunshots. Running out on the streets as cars honked their horns as I ran across Mainstreet. A caution tape wrapped around the entrance of the theater as a large crowd circled around to curious of what happened. Pushing through the crowds, I noticed a body that was surrounded by medics. Fighting off the police officers that grabbed my arms trying their best to pull me away.
I ripped the tape as my heart froze, there laid my father with his chest covered in blood and breathless. My heart drowned in tears as my mother screamed by name in the distance.
Jerking my head upwards and realizing I was only dreaming. I stripping myself from the bed as I pulled another tank top over me. Pulling a pair of sneakers from under my bed, I grabbed my navy bum bag as I clipped around the front of my waist. My fingers gathered my messy hair as I tied it up in a messy bun. My eyes blinked as I realized it was only six thirty in the morning. Of course. I rolled my eyes as I decided to run away. Forgetting my phone in my room as I tiptoed to the kitchen and pulled a water bottle out of the refrigerator and placing inside my bum bag. I closed the door of the house as I headed out. The sky was barely awake as it was fairly dark outside still. I smiled as I remember there were street lights to the place I was heading. Turning right off Elite Street, I ran until I stopped at a trespassing area. Looking both ways before climbing over the fence. I started to jog as she soon was swallowed up by the woods that surround her. Soon I was able to be out in the open area again as I noticed the stone wall my father first showed me when I was little.
Sitting down on top of the four-foot wall that oversaw the city of Hartfield. Thinking of how my father’s death my father’s death caused me to act. And sure I thought daily people lose someone but was it necessary to act like that? The fact that life isn’t about me or what I want. Life doesn’t go what I plan on.
I turned my head as I realized how I acted toward my own mother. A jerk, a dumb jerk. Sitting up as I ran home, barely noticed the sun rising from the east.
My heart stopped as the door of my house was wide open. Mom. I ran inside the door as my head turned as I noticed one of my mom’s lamp was shattered in pieces. “Mom, mom. Where are you?” I scanned the room as I noticed my mom’s room was opened. My spine noticed as I saw clasped on the bed from a stranger. “Hey.”
The stranger turned as he smiled.
My eyes widened as my mom had tears dripping down her face.
“Run, Fiona,” she moaned as she fell on the bed as the stranger smacked her face.
The stranger walked toward me as he placed his hand across my face.
My heart raced as I watched his movement.
“Well, it isn’t Kenneth’s daughter. If only you saw your father’s reaction when he realized who I was.”
Cyrus. “What are you doing here? You killed my father and got your revenge.”
“Ha, you think by killing him I feel better that he killed my wife.”
“He didn’t kill her.”
He gripped my throat and he slammed in a wall that a hanging picture. The glass pierced my back as I gripped for air “The only thing that will make me happier is killing you and your disgusted mother.”
I moaned as I could barely speak. “Kill me and only me. Leave my mother out of this.”
“Like I am going to do that.”
I looked over Cyrus’ shoulder as I watched my mother trying to dial her phone.
He released the grip from me as he pulled out his gun toward my mother.
With barely any strength, I threw myself as he clicked the gun. Falling on the bed with blood dripping down my chest.
I could barely hear my mother scream in pain as she dropped the phone and scrambled toward me.
In the background of everything going through my head, I could hear the faint sound of sirens. My vision blurred as I couldn’t see Cyrus anymore. My head lifted up as I could feel the warmth of my mother’s tears.
“Fiona, whatever you do. Don’t fall asleep.”
“Mom, please forgive me.”
My mom shook her head.
“Please, mom. I was selfish. I forgot how you are feeling since he died.”
She unraveled my hair as she began to pat it gently. “Shh..”
My head lends back as my eyes began to see only darkness. My eyes fluttered as I knew my time was coming to an end. Please, God, forgive me of my selfishness. And God please protect mom and the innocent people who deserve more love and forgiveness than I have with You. “Mom, I love you.”