| Chapter 25: The One Word |

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(Listen to song at the top!)
Warning: Drugs, Alcohol, Self-Harm
(Flashbacks Will look like this)

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"It all started when I was little. . ."

Flashback

"Jack!" I screamed.

Why is he not waking up? Why is my daddy not waking up!

"Jack! Mommy!" I screamed again.

No can hear me. No one can hear me screaming for help. To help my daddy. . .

Flashback over.

"I was nine when I saw my dad passed out on the ground. Lifeless."

I shiver, re-living all the memories I wanted so badly to forget.

"It was late at night. . . maybe, 1 in the morning when I heard the front door open and slam shut."

I slowly open my door to see what's happening outside. I look both ways, like a spy. Clear.

I open my door all the way and quickly but quietly, go down the stairs. Being the super-spy I am.

When get to my last step, I freeze.

"Daddy. . ." I say. Looking at him weird. Why is he on the floor for?

I go closer to him, making sure to not wake him up if he is asleep.

"Daddy, wake up." I say, this time, right next to his ear. I know it tickles him.

But, he doesn't move. . .

"I was so naïve back then that I didn't even know my dad was drinking and doing drugs. But then again, how would a fucking nine-year-old little girl know her daddy OD? I thought. . . I thought he fell asleep on the floor. . ."

I try holding back the tears. Trying so badly to get thought this and be done with it.

"When I tried shaking him awake, he didn't move. that's when I started to scream for my brother. . ."

My daddy always wakes up when I shake him awake. Why is he not waking up?!

"Jack! Jack!" I scream. My brother should know what to do.

I try again to shake him, he still will not move.

"Jack!" I screamed.

Why is he not waking up? Why is my daddy not waking up!

"Jack! Mommy!" I screamed again.

No one can hear me. No one can hear me screaming for help. To help my daddy. . .

I start to cry. Why? Why?

Mommyyy!" I scream at the very top of my lungs and that seems to do it.

I hear two pairs of feet coming down the stairs, rushing to get to me.

I keep crying for my daddy, still trying to get him to wake up.

"Please, please, please daddy. . ." I cry. Hoping that he will just wake up.

"As soon as my mom and brother came down, I could only hear my mother start to cry. But my brother, he just pulled me off of him and carried me out of the way."

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