last resort

chapter 1

I had gotten home to our box sized apartment, back from a food run. I had walked a long way just to get the cheapest meal that we can get. Me and my dad aren't the  wealthiest family but we manage to get some food in our system. I closed the door behind me, then carried the brown paper bag up to the table that is surprisingly still up. I placed the paper bag in the centre of the table.

"Dad! I got the food." I yelled, then I started to take the white cardboard boxes of food, spreading them onto the table. I walked to the cupboards, grabbing two plates.

I placed the plate onto the table, then went back to the cupboards to grab some glasses. Once I put some food onto our plates, filled our glasses with soda, I called my dad one more time.

"Dad! The food is ready!." I yelled louder than before, not to loud cause the walls in the apartment building are thin as paper.

I personally find it annoying that I have to keep my voice down at a certain volume so I don't disturb our neighbour; Although that's no problem to him. Most of the nights, our horny neighbour brings back hookers every night to have the loudest sex ever, seeming like they are having a contest on who can out moan the other. I'm surprised that he can even get woman, the man looks like he got every single of STI's out there.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, wondering why my dad hasn't came out yet. I sighed, then I turned around, walked down the hallway. I walked into the room, leaned against the door frame to see my dad laying on the twin mattress, sleeping.

"Dad!." I said loudly, "Dinner's ready," I added on, stood there, seeing that he hadn't groaned in annoyance at my nagging. "Come on, get up."

I crossed my arms over my chest, still staring down at him. He still isn't moving, like he hasn't been affected at my yelling and nagging for him to wake up. I pushed myself off of the door frame, then I walked up to him, looked down at him.

"Come on dad." I said, then I gave him a soft kick, still hasn't moved. "Dad, wake up." I said loudly again, then gave him another kick but a tad harder this time. "Food is ready."

I stood there, then I looked down at his stomach. Seeing that it hasn't risen from him to exhale, my brows furrowed again, then my breathing became shorter. No.. No.. I thought in my head.

"Dad?." I asked in a soft tone, then I went on my knees, then pushed him. "Dad." Then I kept pushing him, I started to rock him back and fourth. I started to make soft weeping sounds, a lump forming in my throat and my chest clenching. "Dad wake up!." I yelled, then I looked at his face, seeing that it was still the same when I walked in. "Dad.. Dad." I said in a weak tone.

I grabbed his wrist, then I placed my thumb on his vein. I hadn't felt a little kick from his vein; kept waiting... No pulse. This can't be! I thought in my head.

My bottom lip had started to quiver, my vision had became cloudy due to the tears. I crawled to the wall, leaning on it, looked at my dad one more time and I started to sob silently.