Ambivalence

{ P r o l o g u e }

A man walks down the halls of a high school before taking a left down another hall, looking in every room as he does down. The school he was in was covered in certain hallways head to toe in blood. He was a Sheriffs Deputy going to check it out since he had something personal at this school.

His daughter was here. Her phone had pinged her and he came to look for her and found the crime scene. He was on the phone with 911 dispatch. "It looks like an animal might have gotten trapped in the school, I don't think anyone could've survi-", he pauses, his brain going blank and his heart begins to beat out of his chest. His heart falls from his chest and into him stomach, he wants to puke at what comes into his eyesight. It was a mop of blonde hair which was attached to a body. He could tell it was a young girl.

They say when something life altering happens to you, something so horrible that it changes the way that you live you life. Your life before this is no longer able to exists. It ends up being five stages.

Stage One: Denial.

Noah looks at the body knowing that it wasn't Charlie since that person laying on the ground was too short for it to be her. Too short to be his baby. The hair wasn't the same blonde shade that Charlie had. But what makes him start to choke up is the phone next to her which was ringing. It was her ringtone. His daughters ring tone. "BABY!" He yells running down the hall

"Sir what's going on?" The 911 dispatch asked. His hands begin to shake in fear. Her body is covered head to toe in blood, sticking her clothes to her skin, scratch marks cover her body almost entirely. Her once pure blonde hair sits matted to her head, eyes closed as if she was sleeping.

"Sir!? What is going on? What are you seeing?"

The man flinches as he hears Dispatch yelling at him, but he refuses to move his eyes away from his girl. Tears were welling up in his eyes, some were falling silently down his cheeks. He tries to form a sentence, "uh.. uh... I uh..." his voice cracks as he starts to cry harder than before. "It's my daughter, oh my baby, what happened?"

For all he knew, is that she was dead. His starts moving his hands towards her neck, "you better be alive god damn it, or I swear to god, I will find a way to resuscitate you, and then ground you for the rest of your life!"

He reaches on her neck, but he cannot find a pulse, he screams out in pain, the pain of losing his oldest child. His baby girl.

They might not have been close these past couple years but he would do anything for her, he would do anything to keep her happy. He pulls her body into his arms, cradling her to his body. He slowly starts to rock back and forth like he did when she was a baby. "WHERES THAT BUS?!" He screams at his phone in anger.

Stage Two: Anger

He doesn't hear the response from the dispatch, all he does is continue to rock His daughter back and forth. He reaches down and grabs the phone, pressing it on speaker.

"Sir? What can you see around you?" She pauses in her questioning, "Who is the body you found?" the dispatch asks.

"ARE YOU AN IDIOT OR SOMETHING? ITS CHARLIE! MY BABY GIRL!" He screams into the phone, "I THOUGHT YOU SAID NINE MINUTES, ITS BEEN LONGER THAN NINE MINUTES! YOU LIED, YOU LIAR! I WANT YOUR JOB FOR THIS YOU BITCH! MY DAUGHTERS DEAD AND ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS WHAT I CAN SEE AROUND ME!?"

Stage Three: Bargaining.

The man pulls his daughter closer to him, the rocking continuing, "come on baby, open those pretty eyes for me okay? Remember you can leave us, you can't leave everyone." He pushes her hair away from her face, wanting to see her face, hoping that she would open her eyes, "come on baby, if you wake up I'll buy you that new phone you wanted? I'll make it home for dinner every night, I'll help Stiles with his homework so you can stay out with your friends. Ill do pancake extremes like we used to do when you were a kid! I'll give you an allowance so you don't have to work a lot of hours anymore. Just open your eyes baby!"

Stage Four: Depression

The mans sobs begins to take over his body, making him shakes as his sobs become harder to control. His quiet sobs begin to turn into a loud wail of pain. A loud wail of pain that begins to echo throughout the school halls, leading out any open window or door and leading out into the quiet dark night.

"It's my fault," he mutters to himself, holding his hand on his daughters cheek, rubbing his finger up and down. Looking at her life she was still the little girl that took his heart and ran with it the minute he first laid his eyes on her. "If I had been a better dad, this wouldn't of happened. I should've been here for you, I'm your dad, I'm supposed to protect you from things like this..."

Stage Five: Acceptance.

It was like his head was under water, he felt like everything around him was bringing to come distorted. He could see someone sitting in front of him talking but he couldn't hear anything coming from their mouth. The words sounded distorted and meaningless.