"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!"
I look around barely seeing the familiar faces surrounding me. I raise my glass in response to their cheer and take a long sip of my water, hoping to fight back the tightening of my throat and the pressure behind my eyes. I spare a glance at the little nook under the stairs. Me and him would have been sitting there now if it weren't for..... I have to stop that train of thought. It's been over a year and yet I still can't accept the truth and refuse to move on.
My father hobbles over, slightly drunk and his checks flushed, he slurs at me, " Don't forget to make a new years resolution! "
I smile politely but forcefully and back away from the stench of alcohol surrounding him. Everyone else begins to cluster and swarm twords me. I quickly pull a 180 and hide in the nook. My father's alcohol induced words play on a loop in my head. What could I try to improve this year? Absent-mindedly I run my hand along the walls enclosing me. My fingers hit the slight dent in the wall where he once crashed his head into. Hitting me like a freight train, an idea begins to form and within minutes is deeply rooted and committed to.
I miss him, and I'm going to do something about it.
Authors Note:
I know this is really short, but this is mainly a prologue. The foundation of the story. Everything will build from here. Thanks for reading and as always, talk to me. I'd love to be an interactive writter.
Lots of Love,
Gabrielle
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Love, Knixs
General FictionIt's been over a year since he died. He was my best friend since I was old enough to store memories. He was also my first and last crush. But the clock has struck midnight and it's a new year. I'm told to make a new years resolution, and this is whe...
