The Elf

Chapter 2

Welcome back!
Tw: mentions of family member death. P@nic @ttacks and some really hard stuff.

Recap:

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I'm so sorry to tell you this way..I was planning to tell you after dinner...but I guess right now would be best.......D-Dads....Dads dead grandad...."

"W-what-...y-your l-lying...Genevieve...NO NO YOUR LYING!!" Grandad fell onto his chair. Holding his head in his hands. Genevieve walked towards him and put a hand on her grandfathers back.
"I-I'm so sorry grandad....I'm not sure if you would like to come...but his funeral is next month...." Genevieve said...yes he was her father...but she couldn't start crying now. Not when her Grandfather was on the verge of having a mental breakdown.
"No no no no no no no no no no no....no this can't be happening. My son is not dead.MY SON IS NOT DEAD. Please..." Her grandfather started mumbling. He was shaking. The icy cold wind blew into the house as Genevieve stood there. Watching her proud, prideful grandfather,crumble in less a than a minute. She couldn't believe it happened either.when she found out...

"Genevieve...."
"Oh hey mum,what's up? Where's dad?" Genevieve said happily. She just came back from hanging out with her friends. To be met with her mothers sad face. Her mother's eyes were blood red..as if she had been crying.Her hands were shaking and her breaths were going quicker at the mention of Genevieve's father.
"Hey, hey hey mum. What happened.Are you alright?" Genevieve asked.
"Genevieve, your-your dad. He-he got into and, well they don't know what he got into...." her mother started rambling to herself. She looked like she was going crazy.
"What type of mess did dad get into mum...." Genevieve asked cautiously. Her mother sniffled.
"Y-your father...h-he ,he's gone Gen." Her mother finally broke,collapsing on the ground. Screaming and shouting.
"W-what..." Genevieve asked. This couldn't be true, this was some sort of crazy prank right?Her dad was a jokester,yeah, yeah he's going to come out now and say "gotcha!" Like he always did..no no no this couldn't be happening. He's not gone. Not when she didn't get to say goodbye, no. No.NO! Genevieve stood there.Taking in the information she just heard. Her mother was on the ground crying, her older brother came into the room as well. His eyes were red and he was sniffling. His shirt was torn and you could see that he had been sobbing as well.
"I-it's true, Gen .I-I.we don't know what happened to him,but he's gone..." Her brother collapsed too.Right next to her mother.
"NO! HES NOT GONE!HES NOT DEAD!I WONT ALLOW IT! THIS IS A JOKE RIGHT-?RIGHT-? DADS GONNA COME OUT FROM THE KITCHEN AND SAY GOTCHA!RIGHT!?...right...." Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes.She couldn't stand it..She started to break everything she saw..a glass bottle..plates, bowls..she broke the chair SMASH! She broke the pictures of her dad SMASH! She broke almost everything SMASH!CRACK! BANG!...'

Genevieve snapped out of it. Realising she zoned out she started to try and comfort her grandfather.

- A few days later-

Tick.
tock...Tick...tock....Tick...tock....
"Hey Genevieve! Where's the screws?" Gramps called from a few rooms away.
"I think you put it in the attic gramps!" Genevieve called back. You'd be surprised with how quick her grandfather is recovering from the news. It's easier when you have someone to cry with too I guess. Plus, when she was younger, he would always tell her about wars he was involved in.

'Guess with all the trauma he's already been through, it's easier for him to get over death. Don't get him wrong though, he's still really upset about it. I guess he's just trying to busy himself.Remember Genevieve, gramps is going through a lot. You need to stay strong' she thought to herself. She finished fixing a clock.