Always Mine {Book 3}| Completed

Chapter 1

                           Chapter One.
                        

December 2, 2012.

    The rain was falling down hard. San Diego had an affect like that. I remember I was sunk into my bed under the covers. It was December 2, 2012. When I rolled over, to look at my nightstand I saw the clock that read 9:15pm. I saw the ceiling's shadow figures from my night lamp.

   I remember it was extremely hard to sleep that night. And I had tossed and turned through most of the night. And I actually couldn't sleep that it got badly ridiculous. The neighborhood I lived in was quiet. I heard the crickets outside. I heard the rain that fell hitting on my window. And all I kept doing was tossing while I was actually wishing I could sleep, but I certainly couldn't sleep.

I was eleven, crawled under the covers, and I had just thought about trying to sleep. But I felt like something wasn't right. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. And as the night carried on, I saw the time was now 11:52pm.

I took out my cassette player, with my headphones on over my ears as I lied on my back. I closed my eyes and I had blacked out everything. But while I was lying in bed, I had my eyes closed. I'm certain. But when I opened them, I saw dad. He was sitting on the end of my bed, he was wearing his firehouse uniform, the black coat with yellow stripes and his helmet that read 112. He's from the 112 Firehouse in San Diego. But I thought I was still awake. But I don't recall seeing him open my door or hearing him come home. He's still at working at a shift. He was over at the firehouse, where he had to sleep over at before an emergency call would come through. He left at six tonight.

But what exactly is my dad doing here? I looked at my door and it was closed. Maybe I fell asleep for a second and then woke up. But somehow... I don't recall waking up at all. This has to be a dream.

So I asked him.

"Dad?" I took my headphones off, sitting up. "What are you doing here?"

He kept a smile on his face. It was like I was looking at a robotic version of him. And he just was so calm. But I wasn't sure if I was dreaming. But I know that I was dreaming. I had to be. There's no other way to explain this. He looked paler than ever. His gray eyes were stuck on me it seemed. But I wasn't sure what to do or say.

    He placed his hand on my shoulder and looked right at me.

   "Hey, sport." He said almost too calm for me to handle, that my head was beginning to hurt.

   "Dad, your not home. Did you just get back? What are you doing here?" I asked.

  "Christopher," he said almost in a incoherent way that I could barely hear. "I'm okay. I want you to know that I'm okay. I'm always with you. Take care of your mother."

   I knew this was all in my head. After all, everything is in my head these days. I was a boring eleven year old, and I cannot even imagine myself just being insane like I am. And suddenly I saw this bright bright light coming from behind him out of nowhere and he had faded. Like vanished to nothing.

   And I woke up, gasping for the world of reality. I still had my headphones on, and I heard loud banging coming from our sitting room's door. I sat up in my bed, and I threw my cassette aside, and I pushed away the covers and I went to leave out of my bedroom and I ran to the door as soon as possible and the knocking continued. And when I had got there, I unlocked the door and swung it open quickly whilst it is almost one in the morning. And my heart stopped when I saw it was my dad's friend, Joey, he was in his uniform and he looked like the worst has been knocked out of him.

   "Uncle Joey?" I asked, in a confused but disoriented way.

  "Hi Christopher. Is your mom up?" He asked, looking in my surrounding to see if he can spot her.

I left the door open and I stepped aside, and I heard my mom walking out from her bedroom and she came from the corner. And she was dressed in her dark blue silk pajamas, and her hair was up in a messy bun and she had sore red eyes.

"Joe, what is going on? It's one in the morning. Is everything okay?" She said from coming from behind me. "I thought you were on a call."

"I was... I mean... we were, Colleen. It's just..." he stammered, and he was terrified, at whatever was meant to come out of his mouth, but he was overly terrified, and I actually felt bad for him.

"What is it, Joe? Come right inside. Have a drink." My mom offered him.

"No!" He quickly said. "I shouldn't. I shouldn't be the one..."

"Joey, I don't get it. Why are you acting so strange? Where is Chris? Joey, where is my husband?!" Mom was actually annoyed and frantic, and I was left in shock by my mother's frantic outburst.

"I'm so sorry, Colleen. I'm terribly sorry. I couldn't call. I had to tell you face to face. It was only fair. And I know Chris would want me to tell you to your face too." Joey said.

Mom had felt that something was wrong inside. And so did I. I thought about dad sitting on my bed while I was dreaming and he told me that he was okay. And I know I dreamt of him. I dreamt of him. As if he came to me in a dream. And I'm actually terrified now if dad is dead.

"I don't understand." My mom said.

"We we're out on a call. It was a building that was on tenth colonial avenue. The streets at night in San Diego could be filled. Especially the freeways. We went in and the fire was bad. We saved twenty people on this call. We thought we had everyone out of there. But it turns out we didn't. Chris went back inside to rescue a man inside. We didn't know he even returned inside. He made me promise if he didn't come back out to not find him. The man was saved, but your husband... he was inside when the explosion went off. The building crumbling down with him inside. And he was just gone." Joey explained, and I just wanted to do nothing but remain in the worst condition as I watched my mother wail out and she fell forward, and Joey caught her in his arms and I felt the tears just falling down from my eyes.

"GODDAMNIT!" She screamed above her lungs, and I actually fell to the floor, and I landed on my hands and knees, and the tears fell from my eyes like a river.

I remember it turned to a way of how things couldn't be. But in my head, I was only a child. I lost dad that night. I lost him because he saved someone else's life. A man that got to live. And I'm grateful to my dad for it. He died for someone else. But his death might have put a lot in my family. My dad's family lost him too. My mom turned to alcohol for comfort. And I turned to being angry and lonely that I started to fight bullies in school while I was just sixth grade.

   It was like I was being trapped. But maybe that is the point. And there is obviously a bad situation to leave a lot behind. At least by 2016, my mom and me were both able to not climb to reality of accepting and losing.

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   Some say the world will end in ice, some say fire and others say powder. But with the desire that I tasted I see is forever and always.

A/N:
    Hey Miners I hope you guys are all doing well. I hope you liked this first chapter. I'm so sorry it's so short for the beginning. But I just wanted to see a reaction first on how it's going. If you liked or loved this chapter please vote.

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