Gone To Soon

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Wow! To think in a blink of an eye, everything as I knew it changed. My pillar, my biggest supporter, taken away from me.

I knew this day was to come. I knew how sick dad was but it's still a shock. It's a big empty void in my life I don't think anyone can fill because not many people understood me like he did.

Dad taught me to be strong. To stand up for myself. I should do exactly that. It's what he would've wanted.

Just two weeks ago we spoke about how I'm going to audition for Next Big Thing. Now I can barely pick up the guitar and sing.

Dad taught me everything I need to know about music and songwriting. He always said let the chords flow and let your voice be heard not just vocally but truthfully. To write about I would like to hear my favourite artist sing about.

Music is my therapy. It expresses how I feel and helps me deal with life's challenges but ever since dad left, it just hits differently.

While at my father's grave, I heard a voice behind me say, "Bella!". I turned around to look who it was. It was my mother. So much anger built up in me at that moment. I just looked at her and turned around.

She came closer and said, "Hi Bella. How're holding up?".

"What do you think? The only parent figure I knew left me. Forever". I replied in anger.
I was welling up just thinking of the thought that dad is never coming back.

I walked away knowing the wrong words are going to come out if I stay a second longer. She followed me to the Aunt Louisas' car. Our neighbour.

She asked to speak to me, saying it's regarding where I'll be living now that my father passed.

"Anywhere but your place" I told her while walking towards the car.

"Well, since you're still a minor, unfortunately you don't have a choice", she said standing behind me.

"I'll be better off staying by Aunty Louisa" I said opening the car door. The place we were living in was a rental.

Before getting in I asked her, "Why now? Why did it take dad having to die for you to be a mother?"

She couldn't answer and I took that as my answer.

I gave dad's grave a last look before Aunt Louisa drove off. She rubbed my shoulder and gave me a sad look.

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Imagine this song playing in the car while driving home.


Hope you guys liked the first chapter.

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