"Ike, hunny," just forget about it," I pleaded. I begged him not to go back and get my pet turtle...if my parents found out I was running away with him, they'd kill us both.
The light in my room turned on. I prayed that Ike had turned it on. Suddenly, I saw my father. He called for me, "Nathisha!"
I sat huddled under my window, praying my dad wouldn't see Ike. I heard Ike scream for help. I picked up a big rock and threw it through the window. It hit my father, but it was too late. Ike was gone.
There I was, 3 weeks later, huddled in the corner of my room wishing Ike would just appear out of the darkness or something. I looked at the clock. 4:07 a.m. I closed my eyes, but couldn't sleep, so I climbed out of my bed. I looked around my room, making shapes out of the shadows.
I reached for my light, but brouther my hand bacl. The light was pointless. I slowly made my way out of my room and went upstairs.
I walked up to the roof and looked over the edge of the brick apartment building.
Then, I jumped, vanishing into the darkness. I quickly whispered, "Going, going, gone!" Gone.