Hi,

Well, here's my story for the 500 word contest! But I need ADVICE before I send it in, should I CHANGE anything? Title, wording, end? DO NOT just say the story is good/bad! Give me ADVICE! Well, now that's cleared up... here it is!

 Switching On The Stars

I feel alone. Just me, I’m the only one here and I feel like everything has left me. I don’t just feel sad though, I feel confused. Why has she left? Where has she gone? I feel like she has betrayed me. You probably don’t understand, I suppose I should start at the beginning, my beginning.

I’m Lily. I’m just Lily nothing else, I am not special, I’m just Lily. I grew up with Gemma through my whole life; it was always Lily and Gemma, Gemma and Lily. For partners we were always together, we shared our lunch together and we told secrets together.  We were inseparable, just like Tweedledum and Tweedledee. It has always been that way until now, she has just left, she didn’t even tell me she where she was going, she just disappeared. Sprinted away, off to the moon where all the stars are, waiting to be switched on, she always loved the stars, Gemma did.  She always wished that we could soar up to the sky in a green rocket to switch on the stars then we could eat up all of the moon’s cheese. Of course it’s not going to happen, you can’t switch on the stars and the moon isn’t made out of cheese, but that didn’t stop us we had a proper dream at the time and it seemed so real. Now she’s left me and gone up to space in the green rocket all by herself.  

That night I had nightmares, a screeching racket of a car swerving everywhere, spinning out of control, thudding around my mind. Then there was a fire, a huge, burning, flaming fire. Then I saw a face walking towards me, bright white, unmissable against the pitch black wall. My heart was hammering inside my chest, waiting to burst out of me. That was when I saw the ghost’s face, it was Gemma. Her eyes were full of tears; they were tumbling down her face like big, blue drops of rain. ‘I’m sorry, Lily, I really am. I didn’t die on purpose, you know.’ Dead, dead, dead, the word echoed continuously inside my head bouncing off my skull.  I felt like my heart was being ripped up, torn into pieces. Part of me lay in Gemma, we were each incomplete without each other. Now that part of me was gone with Gemma.

I felt wretched in the morning, but I forced myself to get some breakfast then look out the window. As I peered out I got the shock of my life, there had been a car crash. I felt sick; I had to get to the hospital.

“Yes, she was driving home after a holiday. A car swerved and now she’s in a coma, we don’t know if she will survive unfortunately,” the doctor informed me. Fighting back tears I held Gemma’s hand, trying to control my “My green rocket and us” I sighed. “Switching on the stars.” whispered a voice from the hospital bed.