For The Love of a Daughter

Chapter One: Reality Ruined My Life

Chapter One: Reality Ruined My Life

I visited the cold cruel place again. It is a depressing and lifeless place. I sat down on the ground, breathing in the bitter winter air. I wiped away the tears from my face along with my runny nose. I desperatly wanted to say something, but I couldn't. It was like a big lump was stuck in my throat. I don't know why I'm feeling like this... I thought that one year would be enough. One year. One year was all I asked for. I sucked in once again, "Hey, Dad," I managed to say through a weak smile. "How's it been? I've been missing you a lot," I continued. "Mom is doing fine... I'm doing fine, too. Yeah, today I'm 19, dad. Remember? Remember whenever it was my birthday? Me, you, mum, Uncle Zayn, Uncle Louis, Uncle Niall, and Uncle Liam; all of us would go somewhere fun... It was different each year... I remember you guys had arranged a circus in the backyard, and all my friends came... That was fun," I said as a teardrop rolled down my cheek. 

"Well, today, I'm 19. I really wish you were here with me... Remember when you guys were together as a band, and I was just a little kid that time? You would always take me up on stage and sing to me and the fans would sing to me too... That was so cool." I said. I remembered all the things he did for me. Whenever he was home, he'd make us yummy food, did fun things, and we went places... I smiled, remembering all that he did for me.

"I really wish you were here with me, Dad. I really do. I miss you so much, Dad. But why did you have to leave? You just left me without even saying goodbye. That day, when you died; I remember  it well... It was Father's Day, and you were coming home from work; I remember talking to you on the phone.

You said you were getting Starbucks for us, the both of us, our favorite frappucinos which mum still hates till this day... But, you didn't return. We waited for you for an hour, then two. And that's when we got a call. We ran as fast as we could to the car, we nearly got killed on the way to the hospital to see you, then we ran for our lives in the hospital to see you, Dad. But when we got there, it was too late. I was planning to take you our favorite ice cream shop- Mary Moo Moo's... Then I was going to take you go- karting, and we were gonna just spend the day at the amusment park, the one that you always like to go to... But we couldn't. Not anymore. It was too late. I love you, Dad and I really hope you know that. I'll never forget you; the best Dad in the world..." I finished as I remained planted to the ground.

I began heavily sobbing, the pain was too much to bear, I can't handle him. Why him? Huh. Why him. He was such a good father, he was the best father ever... He didn't deserve this. I loved him so much... He was doing a selfless act on Fathers Day and ended up being punished for it by death. Why. Why do all the worst things always happen to the good people. 

My sobbing softened, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Oliver. I stood up quickly and hugged him as I cried into his shoulder. I cried and cried until I could cry no more, until my eyes were literally hurting because of all the tears. My heart was paining; every breath I took was staggering and painful; as if someone was stabbing a sharp object in my chest, and I could do nothing about it and just endure the pain. 

Oliver hugged me back, his hand rubbing circles on my back, his other hand stroking my hazel brown hair. "Shh, shh." Oliver reassured me. Finally, I calmed down, the tears shed no more; but the breaths still irregular; Oliver slowly guided me out of the sad cemetary while holding onto me; my head resting on his now damp shoulder. He guided me all the way into his car. He finally sat in the car, and he began driving in silence.