the next day was a blur. i wouldnt eat. i wouldnt get out of bed. i just sat layed there and cried. Oliver would bring me food and i wouls nibble on whatever it was. but besides that i did nothing. sometimes after school Oliver would come in and talk to me until Matilda, the kitchen mistress, would tell him to come down and help her with something.
then one dreadful day, my step mother barged into my room, and quickly pulled back the curtain, letting the light pour in.
"Eva your being ridiculous" she said cruely. "you cant keep living this way. if you dont start doing something to help me prepare for the funeral then i am sending you out to the street."
i slowly sat up in bed and let my feet hang over the edge. my eyes were puffy and red. i looked over my step mother. she looked like she hadnt greived in 3 days. the day he died. did she even love him?
she sat on the bed next to me. "Eva. hes gone. there is nothing we can do." i stared blankly forward and blocked out her words. Father was not dead. how could he be? he was alive and well. just on a bisness trip. or out by the pond fishing. something normal. not dead. my Father was indestrucktable. he had to be.
at this point i had convinced myself that my father lived on. i was crazy. i couldnt go on. i wouldnt.
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It Started on Daisy Hill
Historical FictionEva thinks she has a practically perfect life. her mother died when she was young, but her step mother is ok to fill in the places. her father is rich and Eva is spoiled. but everything changes, when someone dies on Daisy Hill...
