Tragedy at the Pleasant's

I will be doing an entry when I feel like it, which will probably be about once a week, I will give you a particular day when I fall into a routine. Anyway so here's my second story, I'm sorry, it's not to happy, but I had to write about a strange turn of events that happened in the early hours of the morning at the Pleasant household...

 

Lilith was forced to move her family to a different home. Her debts were piling up, so she sold the big house they lived in, and they moved to a much smaller one. She had other things to worry about, as well as moving though. Darleen had always been a weak baby. She had had to stay in the hospital for a while after she was born, and always seemed to have a cough. When she grew up to be a toddler, Lilith was more hopeful, maybe it was just a phase, and Darleen definitely seemed to get better. But one night, Lilith was worried about her, her breathing seemed off and she was unable to stop coughing. She took her to the hospital, and the staff rushed her away to theatre. The Pleasant family (what was left of them) got some bad news that night.

 

“I can’t believe she’s gone. I miss her so much!” cried David. Freya put her arms around him and sighed.

“We all miss her David, don’t worry she’s happy.” Lilith just cried next to the grave. She didn’t say much for a few days after, and wore black all the time. David and Freya were upset, but Freya had her best friend, Donna Langerak to help her and David had Joseph Goth. Their friends meant a lot to them in this sad time, and they helped them move on. One day Lilith came down the stairs smiling.

 

“I’m sorry I’ve not been much help for a while guys.” She said and tears brimmed in her eyes again. “She was almost the only piece of Dirk I had left and now she’s gone. Now I just have you David.” Freya cleared her throat noisily. “No it’s not like that!” Lilith said. “Freya I love you just as much as David, but Dirk wasn’t your biological father, David I’m sorry, but having you is like having Dirk around here again!” Freya nodded. It was true, David was just like Dirk in appearance, and had the same bookish nature, but David was a lot more social that Dirk, a trait he had inherited from Lilith.

 

The next day, the doorbell rang. Lilith opened it, and Angela stood there. She was blushing quite a lot. “Lil, I’m sorry about Darleen. And I’m sorry about everything. We were so stupid, why can’t we just be friends? I realized when Mum and Dad died how fragile family is and Darleen dying has just made me open my eyes more, I really think we shouldn’t stay angry at each other for how we annoyed one another when we just silly teenagers. Please forgive me?” Lilith smiled.

“Thanks Angie. I’m sorry too!” Then she burst into tears.

“Whoa! What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been crying a lot at nothing recently.”

“C’mon, I can sort that out. Go inside, I’ll make you a drink, and we’ll have a chat. I haven’t seen Freya and David in ages!”

 

So the positive thing that came out of the death of Darleen was the fact that the Pleasant sisters stopped hating each other. They may never have been the best of friends before, but they definitely were now. They were always visiting each other; Lilith was even made Olivia’s godmother. Lilith also worked out her grief when she discovered her new passion, writing. When she wasn't at work, she wasfound tapping away at the keys of her computer. Her first novel even made a lot of money, she spend this money on a gardener to take care of Darleen's flowers.

 

Through all the tough times the Pleasant family had been through, they realized that they would be fine as long as they loved each other. The moment they all realized this, a little ray of sunshine shone through the leaves of the willow tree by the pond and landed on Darleen’s grave, where it shone for a very long time.