[ WP ] Write the most lovable character possible , then kill them in the most heartbreaking way .

I still remember that afternoon. It was too sunny to be December. She had a pink bow in her hair, that matched with her polka sandals. She'd just had a bath and mom was exhausted. She asked me to look after Macy while she took a nap. Like I was capable of that. Macy kept knocking on the door, asking me to come play with her in the yard. I had cheerleading tryouts the next day and I still had to work on my stunting, so I yelled her away. On the other side of the door I heard a muffled, disheartened'Ok' followed by retreating footsteps. I felt bad but Macy had just been too needy lately. She'd always want somebody to play with. Mom was either busy or tired, Dad was always at work or home sleeping. It was my freshman year, and keeping up was a myth I believed in at the time. I envied Macy at times. She was 4, and the most difficult part of her day was reciting'The Lion and the Lily'. I missed the times when life was that simple. 
 
 With Macy out in the yard, and mom sleeping, the house was silent. The hardwood floor creaked as I moved about my room practicing. What happened next will always be a blur. I remember a loud screeching noise. Something that seemed out of this world. It was the sound of rubber on gravel, but you could never guess something that. Nevertheless It was loud enough to wake people from their graves. I remember walking towards the window, and hearing a shriek. It sounded like it came from an Old lady. The old lady, I later found out, was dear neighbor Mrs. Shelby. By the time I got to the window, all I saw was a red blur whiz by leaving behind a dust of smoke. The same rubber on gravel sound. More shrieks, more people coming out their doors. I rushed downstairs hating the first thought that crossed my mind. Hating that feeling in my stomach. 
 
 You know those moments in life, when you'd give anything to be wrong. When you know something's bad about to happen and you pray and you pray and you pray for it to just vanish. And then it happens anyways. My memories of what happened after, fade in and out. I remember shouting out for mom while I ran towards the circle of people. I remember falling on my knees, unable to breathe. I remember shaking violently, pushing away the hands on my shoulder. I remember looking down and being unable to see through the tears. All I saw was a red smudge with a twisted leg. I remember thinking it was fixable, that she was Ok otherwise. I remember getting in the back of our car holding her. She never moved or opened her eyes. I remember asking mom why she would n't move. I remember mom driving while trying to call dad on the phone, who just would n't answer.. 
 
 And then everything went black. Black clothes, a black car, a black casket. I'd never seen one that small, infact I'd never seen one at all till that day. The only colorful thing that day was Macy's Pink hair bow. Mom got one for her. Exactly like the last one, except that one was red now. Red like the blur that drove by when I looked through the window. 
 
 `` Uggh, Macy you need to stop bothering me'', was the last thing I ever said to Macy. `` Ok'', was the last thing she ever said to me..
