Ann's POV;
I woke up to the sound of people talking. It was 11:00, dang that's the latest I've slept in awhile. I walked to the bathroom and brush my teeth and hair, and went down stairs. It was my mom, and Elizabeth. I could hear sobbs.
"Is everything okay?" I asked as I got into the loving room where they both were.
"Do want me to tell her?" Elizabeth ask my mom.
"Tell me what?" I sat on the opposite couch as them. "What's going on?" I asked
"Ann, your dad-he passed away last night" she said. I sat on the couch, I started to lose my breath, my heart was beating so fast. I started to cry.
"No, no he can't be!" I started to scream. "But he was fine and living the other day! This isn't happening" I shouted more.
"I'm so sorry" she hugged me so tight, it didn't help.
"How did this happen? THIS HAS TO BE SOME SICK JOKE!"
"It's not, he was drunk driving and crashed. Ann I'm so sorry" she kept saying sorry but that's not going to bring him back.
"Please stop say you're sorry that not going to help!" I said I ran to my room, slaming the door shut. I couldn't breathe, I felt like I was going to puke. I couldn't see from crying so much.
This was all my fault, I told him to keep drinking his life away and he did. "I'm so stupid" I screamed throwing books off the shelf. I started destoring my room, I always mess things up. My dad is dead because of me, its all my fault.
