The girl who had no one

In the beginning

I've been bullied for quite a bit of my life, but I didn't feel alone because I had my dad. Me and my dad were so close we did everything together.
One morning I ran into my parents room, my mum was asleep on the bed but I couldn't see my dad. I looked everywhere in the house I couldn't find him; I went in to the dining room and there he was, his head was on the table with an empty pill bottle. I ran to him trying to wake him up, he didn't wake up. I screamed so loud but I didn't realise. My mum stormed down the stairs asking what all the commotion was. I looked at her, looked back at my dad and asked what was up with him. She burst into tears shouting at me telling me to get the phone and dial '999'.
By the time the women answered the phone, she couldn't understand me. I was histerical, she said "how old are you?" I then replied "I'm 7" she said in a weirdly calm tone "what's the problem". I gave the phone to my mum and she told the women that my dad was dead. I screamed, I can't believe it. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle all the bullying.
After my dad died my mum didn't treat me the same always blaming me saying to me that it was my fault my dad did that and I was the cause of all her stress.