I woke up to the sounds of sirens. My clock read 7:39 AM and I got out of bed to see where the sirens were coming from. I could feel the cold floor underneath my bare feet. As I moved the curtains from my window I saw police cars and an ambulance outside my house.
I was scared and confused. Why would the police and the ambulance be doing in my house.
I ran out of my room not bothering to put any shoes on. I ran to my dad's room to see if he was there. He should know why all these people where here so early.
But before I could make it to his room I was stopped by a police officer. It was a woman and she seemed young. I looked back to my dad's room and saw some people in white and blue uniforms along with some police officers come out of my dad's room.
They were rolling what looked like a bed with wheels. It looked like somebody was laying down in it but that person was covered by a black sheet.
I wanted to see who it was but the lady pulled me back.
"Sweetie you can't go." she said.
"Why? where's my dad?" I asked feeling afraid inside. I didn't know why but I knew something was wrong.
"I'm sorry. He's gone." she said in a soft voice. Just as she said that they passed by us with the bed with wheels.
I don't know what made me do what I did next but I had enough strength to break out of the woman's hold on me and took the sheet out the persons face.
The person in that bed was my dad. He looked white. His cheek felt really cold. I remember that look. He looked exactly how my mom did when she died. He looked like her when we put her in that box and put her on the ground and buried her.
My dad was dead.
This can't be happening. My dad can't be dead. But he was.
Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. I was crying but at the same time I couldn't hear anything. I felt somebody pull me back the they cover my dad's face. They carried him down the stairs and the lady carried me down with them.
Everything seemed so weird. I felt so cold and empty. I felt sick.
As we reached the bottoms step the lady put me down and I could see more officers. One of them was talking to Fibi. You can tell she's been crying a lot. Her blond hair was messy and her eyes and nose were red. They were sitting in one of the sofas. Gina and Jonathan were sitting in the other. They were also crying.
But why are they crying? He's my dad not theirs. I don't even think they loved him the way I do.
I turn around to face the font door where my dad was being taken. There in the front door Mr. and Mrs. Wright were standing in their pajamas. Slowly I began to hear again. I could hear Fibi Crying and talking to the police officer. I could hear Gina and Jonathan cry too. And I could hear myself cry.
I didn't realize how much I've been crying until the lady came back with a small box of tissues and a blanket.
"Here sweetie. You're cold." I took it and wrapped it around me as I sat back at the bottom step of the stairs. I noticed that my shirt was all wet and so was my face. But I couldn't stop crying.
My dad died. My dad's dead. Just like mom.
"Audrey."
I looked up and saw Emma's parent kneeling down in front of me.
"My dad. My Dad." I continued to cry but harder and Mr. and Mrs. Wright both gave me a big hug. I cried for so long and they cried with me. their hug warmed me up a bit but it was nothing compared to the hugs my parents used to give me.
I needed my dad. I needed my mom. But they weren't here. They both left me. I was sad but at the same time angry. Why would they leave me alone? Didn't they love me? Didn't they cared about me?
"Dad! Mom! Why? Why? Didn't you love me? Why did you leave me alone? Why? Dad! My dad can't be dead! Dad!"
I didn't realize I was screaming. But everybody heard me. All eyes were on me but I didn't care. I wanted my dad with me. I wanted my mom with me.
"Honey they do love you. They love you very much more than we do." said Mrs. Wright.
"But your not alone ok. You have us. And we love you more than you know." Mr. Wright said giving me another hug. Their words made me feel better but my heart was broken in pieces.
Mrs. Wright whipped my tears away with the tissues the lady had given me. I looked outside and I could see more people outside. They were neighbors. I guess they wanted to see what was happening.
I watched my dad being taken away by the people in the ambulance. But I didn't knew why. I mean he's dead. He doesn't have to be taken to the hospital. But I also know I'll see him again soon. In his funeral.
