One Bad Day

October 16 2005. It was been so long and yet but two years. The girl knelt down and thought of that date. It was the worst bad day she had ever experienced. Ever day since that day, ripped at her heart and her soul. It was the day, that she had to someone she revered and looked up committed the ultimate sin against. She once a superhero had caused pain and suffering to those who did not deserve it. A tear fell down her cheeks. They were always together. It always seemed so. Even when they were apart it felt as if they were one. Never to be spilt. Like they were each a half of the same coin. Now one half of the coin was gone forever.

Explained the process to the loved ones was heartwrenching. Her nightmares were filled with pleas, pleas for mercy. The thought that her victim could never have the children, her victim may have wanted later in life. The dance. The dance was always there. It felt like life began with the dance. And now there would be no dance. She had shattered the dance and brought suffering to those who did not deserve. Her family watched her as they had done more and more since October 16 2005. She remembered crying out the victims’ name over and over.

It was as if the person would return if the name was yelled over and over. Her brothers did their best to comfort her but she was beyond consoling. Every day since that day she thought of what had happened. A life, a life that would never return. It was not how it was supposed to go. The company, the game, it was over. There would never be the closeness. Ever. Her friend moved to help her up. He could not think what to say. He was not even sure how he felt, but he wanted to help his friend. Her brothers hugged her. Her friend hugged her.

The last two years had cut her deeply and she just wanted to go away and never return. Then he came. His eyes glared at her with more hatred then there had ever been. A bouquet of tulips had been left by him. He added another bouquet of roses. He glared at her with some venom that her friend stepped between them. A punch sent him to the ground. “I hope you die just as horribly!” he growled, before surprising her with a punch that floored her. Her brothers looked like they were about to do their usual routine, but he walked away.

The family of the victim had already seen the victim. Now the girl cried. Not out of physical pain, but mentally anguish. She pounded the ground, begging for it to be undone for her to come back. “OH GOD! PLEASE, PLEASE, COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK! I’M SORRY, COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK! I LOVE YOU, COME BACK, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, COME BACK TO ME!”

Her friend helped her up. He had somewhere to go and he wanted to let his friend, his best friend in the world know he cared. “Listen…. I’m certain she knew and forgives you!” he whispered. She looked at him with anguish. “I’m bad! So very bad!” One of her brother took his sister and walked away ready to return to their home. He knew there was virtually no chance his sister would recover from her insanity, but he hoped and hoped. As they walked past, the gravestone the girl who goes by the name of Shego, former hero of the GO-Team rushed back, hugged her friend before he returned to prison and ran back to the grave. She held the grave, tears poured from her face. “We will be together for ever, Kim. Forever, my princess!” Her brother Hego shook his head. One BAD DAY.
KIM POSSIBLE Born 3/12/87 died 10/16/05. A great hero, a true friend, a loving daughter and sister. She will never be forgotten.