My "LIFE"

One Building Down

I woke up the next morning. Got ready put on my Blue Jeans my crop and blue Converse. As I headed down stairs I checked on my dad since he's really sick. And I have no mom. He was laying there cold. I look at his face. He's dead.  I scream for my brother already in tears crouched down by the bed shaking him to wake him up.  My brother runs in and calls 911. My head pounds in surprise. I can't believe what happen. As I lie on the floor crying my brother trying to get me up out of the way. As I look at him he crouches down and hugs me. The feeling that I have him still was a good feeling so I hug back he picks me up so the people can get my dad out of the house. We walk with them outside. I'm so confused. Why did I have to lose my dad he's all I have left other then my brother.  My mother passed away not even 9 months ago. I still haven't gotten over that. Now my father. As my brother hugs me I fall to the floor all the "doctors" rush over to me and help me up. My brother looks down at me and says "it's going to be fine, we have each other" I look up to him in disbelief of what he just said. It's gonna be fine is that really what he just said. I say back "fine it's gonna be fine huh well that's what u said to me when mom died its not fine that we just lost our dad. I run inside to my room and lie on my bed my mascara running down my face. I just look around asking why does this happen to me. Why me why me why me. I keep asking myself as I doze off.