A Thousand Words in Color

Chapter 1

I couldn't stop giggling, Meghan and Janie have always meant so much to me. I think that I can probably consider them the most awesome best friends in the world.

Meghan pulled her hair up into a messy bun, "I mean seriously did you she Bianca's outfit today?" We all started laughing again.

Bianca is the the captain of the cheer team, I am co-captain. She is a senior, I am a junior, so next year I will most likely be captain.

We where setting on a couch in Meghan's basement, Meghan's mom came down the the stairs and walked over to us. Her eyes where filled with tears, she was trying to stay strong for us. There where blotchy red spots all over her face.

She cleared her throat, "Nora, honey, get in the car, I'm taking you home."

I tensed up, why would I need to go home? Did something happen? Why was she crying? 

I hugged my friends goodbye, they looked just as confused and worried as I did. Everyone was speechless in that moment.

We walked silently out to the car. I got in and strapped my seatbelt, Meghan's mom doing the same.

I tensed up, nervous to speak, "What's going on?" I asked as a tear rolled down my cheek.

Meghan's mom bit her lip, "You'll find out."

We had finally reached my house, all the lights where on which was strange since it was midnight.

Meghan's mom walked me to the door, silently. Tears rolled down her face and I still didn't understand why.

I opened the door and walked inside. Mom was sitting at the dining room table. She was a mess, her makeup was all smeared and her hair was all messy from running her finger through it over and over again.

Mom looked up. She got out of her seat and walked over to me, we where now face to face. She hugged me, then I suddenly knew what was wrong. Dad.

She whispered through her tears "He's gone."

I ran up to my room, slamming the door. I knocked down one of my award winning paintings. I had many of them hanging on my wall, I ripped them all down. I stomped on them ruining hours beyond hours worth of painting. I felt so done. I looked in the mirror, I looked like I could kill someone. Seeing myself so insane like made me stop. I hopped on my perfectly made bed and bawled my eyes out.

I started to scream. My mom came into my room.

Seeing what I had done made mom tense. She walked over to me on the bed and sat down with me.

I wiped away my tears, but only more came. "What happened?"

Mom cleared her throat, "Your dad, he was in a car accident." Tears streamed down her face.

I was frozen, in shock maybe, I still couldn't believe this was real.

Mom was trying to stay strong, but she gave in. "I can't, I just can't anymore."

I tried to calm mom down, but it's extremely hard to calm someone down when you aren't calm yourself.

Mom was sobbing, and soon enough so was I.

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I can't sleep. How could I sleep. He is gone. Gone for good. I can't sleep. I miss him. My last words that him where see you tonight. I did not see him tonight. I can't sleep. I'm worried about our family. Is he watching me now? I can't sleep. Is heaven a real place? How can he be gone. I need my dad. I really need to sleep. I can't sleep. Am I going crazy? I need my dad.

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I got not a single once of sleep. I looked out the window, there are about 7 cars in the driveway. I heard a knock on the door.

"Hello, can I come in?" I didn't recognize the voice, my mind is to distract right now. I didn't respond, I felt as if I couldn't speak.

The person came in my room, it was Meghan.

I could tell she had been crying, but why was she crying, it was my dad.

Meghan went and sat down on my bed with me, we hugged, Meghan started to shake. I became angry, why was she grieving so badly for my dad?

Meghan dropped a tear, "My grandpa was in the accident as well."

I felt a pang in the gut, why did this happen?

Meghan started to sob, "He was drinking." She paused for a moment. "He killed you father, and he is still alive."

I ran to the bathroom, then threw up in the toilet. I stayed in there for probably an hour taking in reality. My dad is gone. Forever.

My eyes where bright red, from both lack of sleep and crying for hours beyond hours, they'll probably be like this for days now.

I came out of the bathroom and stomped my feet down the stairs. I wanted all these people who where pretending to grieve out of this house.

I walked to the living room, where probably 15 people where standing. I hated them.

"ALL OF YOU GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

People where starring at me, as if I was kidding.

"I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY, GET OUT!"

Silently people started walking out the door, as I fell to my knees and cried a little more.