CHAPTER ONE
I slammed the door on his face. Tears trickle down my cheek and I softly wipe them with the back of my hand. I stuff my face down deep into my pillow, trying not to make any noise so my mother wouldn't hear.
She should have never married him. How could she abandon my dad like that?! Not even a year after he died when she started dating him, and only five months later they got married!
He always just says he's trying to "bond with me, But it always just ends up with him yelling at me about how I shouldn't even miss my dad and he deserved to die. Ouch. Whenever he mentions anything about my father it always causes memories to spill back into my mind.
Flashbacks of the accident.
Me being pushed through the frightened crowd...
Me flying through the air and tearing up my arm...
My father kneeling down telling me everything was going to be okay...
My father being...
My father...
Another tear finds a way to stream down my face. I sit up, tear of my shirt, leaving me in my tank top. I lift up my arm and pear at the ugly scar going from my armpit down to my elbow. It was still healing. I even had some red left one the part near my elbow, because that's where I got cut the deepest.
I lay back down and rest the back of my head on my pillow. I look up at the ceiling, daydreaming. I love how free I feel when I'm alone. it's like-- my mind can travel anywhere. I sit there for a while, but then eventually I look at my clock. 10:30.
I can't believe how late it had gotten, I went into my room at 9:00. I get up, turn off the light, then slip under my covers. I close my eyes and let my thoughts pull me into a deep sleep.
