Fanon:The Sunset Valley Murders: Difference between revisions

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">I woke up to bright, industrial, sterile white light boring through my eyelids. There was an incessant beeping noise close by. I opened my eyes, squinting into the bright light. I looked around me. I was in a hospital room. In the chairs next to the bed, my mother sat, sobbing quietly into a handkerchief and my father sat, stone-faced. Confused, I said, “Mommy? Daddy? It’s OK, I’m OK now.” I whispered. They looked at me, and Dad stood up. He sat on the edge of the hospital bet, the starchy blanket crinkling underneath him. He reached out, and I leaned forward, so I was wrapped in his arms.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">Car accident. That’s what killed my teenage brother. He and his friends were drag racing around the back roads of Sunset Valley, swerving into people’s yards and hitting mailboxes, when they lost control. They swerved into the Goth Manor, and crashed in through the living room, where the Goth family was sitting. The car itself exploded, killing both Cornelia and Gunther Goth instantly, and mortally wounding Mortimer Goth. Cornelia and Gunther used their bodies to sheild<span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA">shield</span> Mortimer, which is how he survived. Spencer and his friends, VJ Alvi and Lisa Bunch, all died instantly, too.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">Spencer was the driver.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">For two weeks, I refused to eat. I refused to sleep. I was failing school. I couldn’t stop the constant flow of tears. I didn’t speak to anyone, and preferred to spend every moment curled up underneath my brother’s bed, going through each memory of him; some good, some bad; in my head. Even though he was a rebellious hot head, he was still nice to me.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">At the funeral, I broke my silence. As they lowered the casket into the ground at Pleasant Rest Graveyard, I panicked. </p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“''Spencer! Come back''!” I screamed, as my dad pulled me away from his gravestone. “''Come back, so I can save you''!” I sobbed, and my dad picked me up.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">After his death, none of us ever returned to normal, exept Carol, who seemed completely unaffected and even amused at the sight of our parent’s tears.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">I came to hate Carol.</p>