10/23/2014

A Story A Day. Story 292 of 365: Sirens.

Sirens could be heard in all the neighborhood. Everyone was awake, looking at the street from the windows or the front porches. No one knew what was happening, they could only see the orange and blue lights that were flooding the street. The police was barricading Láska house. Inside young Amanda was crying, holding her knees against her chest.

-Not again.- she sobbed.- Not again.

The police broke in the house. There were no signs of violence, but there were four bodies in the living room, mister and miss Láska and their young sons. The emergency call had come from inside the house, but it hadn't been too helpful. A crying young girl had said something terrible had happened, and hanged up after giving the address. Finding the girl was a priority, they needed to make sure she hadn't suffered any injury. They found her on her bed, curled up against a corner. A policeman approached her and patted her softly.

-Are you okay, sweetie?
-It's my fault, it's all my fault.- Amanda sobbed.
-Don't be silly, it's not your fault, you're a sweet little girl, aren't you?

The policeman took her from the bed and held her on his arms, he carried her to the car and drove back to the police station. That house wasn't the place for a six-year-old girl. Amanda was exhausted and fell asleep inside the police car. The policeman put her to sleep in their resting room as soon as they arrived to the police station, she was sleeping like an angel.

Everyone was puzzled about what had happened in the Láska house, and they wanted to know what would happen to little Amanda. People pitied her as soon as they discovered her story, she was an orphan, her biological mother having died not long after she was born, her father some months later. She had been adopted several times and every time tragedy had struck her life. Soon, there were dozens of families asking to adopt the poor girl. However, Amanda insisted that she was okay, that she didn't need a family, but no one ever listened to her. No one would believe she was cursed. No one would believe that everyone who loved her died.

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