However, for all the pain and burning elixir cursing through her, she was starting to feel cold. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer; just long e...ough for the final step of her expiration. Her father removed the pillow from under her head, and gripped her forehead in his hand. She saw him reach across her to pick up the final instrument she would see. The glinting silver of the handsaw sent her into a panic. Despite everything, she still had a desire to live. If she had the ability to think. Despite being ex-Mormon she probably still wore modest clothing and saw no reason to shave them. I didn't mind and would have happily dragged my tongue all the way up to a patch of neatly trimmed hair that left no doubts about her being a natural red."I don't think I'm ready to go all the way" she began "but maybe you could use your finger. I remember a girl in high school that got fingered once. All my friends and I were really jealous." No problem, it would be my honour and pleasure. Now, why. There was a note that said mom and dad gone to the Casino and they'd be home tomorrow Saturday night. Both our parents worked and sometimes went away for Friday Nights and sometimes for weekends, it was with friend's from work as usual and they be back late Saturday night.I called out to see if Ava was home, and no answer. Walked into the living room and was surprised to see Ava sat on the sofa in her slip and she looked strange and was looking down. "What's up" I asked and Ava just groaned. I. But now...now he was in the front seat next to me on the passenger’s side of my life. I took my ramen out of the microwave and rushed back to my room slamming the door behind me. I looked in the mirror doors of my closet and saw my reflection standing there staring at me. This would be normal except the only problem was I wasn't standing. I had sunk to the floor curled up in a ball traumatized. He rolled his eyes, "Will you get up it's embarrassing" and I did I don't know how but I was suddenly.