The Whispers

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"Sam get back here!" My mother yelled as i ran out the door and down to the canal and over the tree to my best friends backyard. my mom told me I was supposed to go to my dads funeral tomorrow and say how much i loved him and all that.

The truth is I dιd love him, but he was never there for me. I had to take care of my mom and my family while he was out getting drunk and getting in fights. He never once told me he loved us or wanted to be apart of my life. I can't forgive him for that, even if he's gone.

"Ella! Ella, where are you?!" I started running toward her house. I got to the house before she came running out. Her parents ran out behind her, "Sam? What's wrong? What happened?" They all asked as they looked past the fence at my mom, still sobbing and holding her knee. They brought me inside and sat with me with shocked faces and said the occasional sorry here and there.

"Sam, are you ok? I know it's not my place to say this but, I think you should go and at least say something." Ella said after her parents went out to my mom to tell her I was staying here for the night. "El, its always your place to say anything, you know that. I appreciate that you care and all but I don't think I can stand up in front of all the people we know and say how sorry I am that my dead beat dad is gone."

After staying up all night talking about what to say tomorrow, we turned out the lights around 3am. As I layed down I heard the familiar whisper, "Are you there?" Sleep consumed me as I thought about the whispers.

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