The Night It All Went Wrong

Chapter 2: My Birthday

Chapter 2: My Birthday

It's October 21, 2011 and I'm turning fourteen! My mom said she has a surprise that is going to be at my party, and I was pumped! As I was getting dressed in my party dress, I noticed the picture of me and my little brother a couple weeks before he died. It has been there for three years, but all the pain from the day he died came to me. I tried hard not to cry, but no matter how hard I tried I ended up crying anyways. A couple minutes later I got cleaned up. I started to hear yelling coming from downstairs. I thought it was my dad because my mom was at the grocery store. I went down stairs to check out what the noise was, but when I got down there It was dead silent. I started calling for my dad, but there was no response. I went in his room and saw him lying in bed under the covers and, "Very funny dad, you scared me with that voice of yours!" The thing was, there was no response. "Dad you're scaring me". I slowly pulled the covers off his head and let out a blood curling scream! His eyes were wide open and his body was still, not one little breath coming out of him. I called 911 and told them that my dad was lying dead in his bed. I tried to hold back my tears.

The person talking on the phone said, "Is he bleeding anywhere?"

And I replied, "No, I think someone was here because I heard yelling before I came down."

He then said in a calm voice, "It's going to be alright, we'll be there soon just get out of the house and wait." So I did. Fear was building up inside of me and I just knew I couldn't loose another loved one in my life. A few minutes later a ambulance pulled and so did my mom traveling behind.

My mom hopped out of the car and said, "What happened?!" with a worried look on her face

I replied, "I found dad in the bed not breathing, I think he's dead," I said pouring out tears. That was the worse birthday ever and it just couldn't be fixed.



R.I.P

Jack Alex Nicano

Born 1961, September 17

Died 2011, October 21


Now I have lost two family members, my dad and brother. I'm slipping into a depression quickly. Every day I go to school thinking about my dad and brother and what would happen next. Everyone says God has something planned for me, but all I think other things. Every night I lay in bed thinking about how my dad died. It's a mystery. Some Doctors say it was an heart attack, but others say someone strangled him to death. I think he was murdered, I know I heard yelling that day and my dad was a healthy man. It is November soon to be Christmas. I'm starting to get back to a regular schedule and my friends Try to make me happy. I'm pretty excited about Christmas and so is my mom, but it just wont be the same without dad.

It's Christmas Eve and all the presents are under the tree. I got my mom a diamond necklace! I have been saving up Christmas and birthday money since I was 9 years old. I can't wait for her to open it. There is a big present under the tree that is for me and I can't figure out what it is. Any-who my friend/neighbor is coming over after she opens her presents which is exciting for me. I really wish my dad was here, but he's not and he never will be. Living in the same house doesn't really make me feel any better.

It's Christmas Day and my mom is about to open her present! My mom opened it slowly. She gasped with joy,"I love it, how could you ever afford it?"

"I saved up" I replied. My mom was happy and so was I. My big present was a iPhone 5s in a big box. I loved it, I was so happy. The other stuff was just clothes and stuff like that. That was the point when my depression started to go away, it was a point where I actually felt happy.