You're My Dad?

A little about me.

My name is Hannah Gomez.

I had an abusive father and my mother died when I was eight. 

 That’s when my father started beating me. He would leave marks but only where I could cover them up. I use to be all happy and energetic but he destroyed my life.

I have never told anyone about my pain, I also have never had a true friend at school. I have always been bullied because I have blonde hair that is very scene like, swooping into my face.

I would also come to school with a black eye or sprained wrist because of my father.

I guess that’s why I ran away, and a few hours later, found by a man named Henry.

I told him what I go through at home and begged him not to take me back. He took me to an adoption center; I guess it’s not that bad.

The people that worked there accepted me but not by the kids or teenagers there, they all bullied me as well.

I fell asleep every night thinking of what my life would be if my mom had not died.

I had been here for 4 months and I am scared because Christmas is coming up soon. I would normally block everyone out and watch Shane Dawson videos. Shane Dawson just made a new video called ‘This Christmas Life’ and the words ring in my head.

It is almost as if he knows how I feel.

“But baby

Life isn’t that easy,

Sometimes it gets crazy

I’m falling on my knees

Yeah.

I’m hoping 

For a happy ending

So lets start pretending 

What life could be”

Christmas time hurts me so much because it’s when my mom died. She died Christmas morning. I was so young. I didn’t know what happened; at one point, I even thought that Santa stole my mom. Only to find out later that she had passed away. 

I remember crying for days. She was the only one who was there for me… The only one who cared.

*Present Day*

“Hannah you’re so fat”

“Hannah please get away, I don’t want to get eaten by people like you.”

“Don’t turn me emo.”

Everything I hear is negative and I hate it.

The end of the school day came quickly. I went up to my room and made a snack. Once I finished eating it, I washed my plate and heard the phone start to ring.

Mr. Swanson, the head of the adoption center was calling.

Me: Hello?

Me. S: Hello Hannah. I would like to inform you that we will be having a… Joey Graceffa browsing around, he might even take you home. Please be good,

I hung up out of frustration. I am never adopted by anyone who wants to keep me. I hear a knock at the door. I must be the first one this man is looking at.

I opened the door and there stood a gorgeous man with hair that sticks up but is slanted to the left. He took one look at me and his eyes lit up. He grasped me into one big hug and let go. He then walked away without saying another word.

That was weird…

I thought to myself as I walked over to my bed and plopped down.

I dozed off to sleep once I hit the soft pillows and blankets.

I woke up the next morning and took a shower and brushed my teeth.

I was dressed and walked out of my room. There was a piece of paper that was very neatly folded, I have been here awhile and have only seen this paper few times, and I opened it up.

Dear Hannah Gomez,

   We have written this note to inform you that you will be adopted December 24 2013.

  Please have all your stuff packed and prepared to leave by that date. You will be leaving at 8pm… The person adopting you will be here to pick you up by that time. The person(s) adopting you is known as JOEY GRACEFFA.

   Thank you.

I ran my fingers over the folds and re-read it. Joey Graceffa. Where have I heard that name before?

Flashbacks to the man with beautiful hair and green pearl eyes plopped into my mind. He had adopted me. He seemed nice, like he cared.

I guess it should be nice to have someone to call ‘Dad’.

What will my mom look like? Will she be pretty? Talented? Rich? Poor?

All these questions popped into my head that I don’t know the answers to. However, I do know that I will be excited to leave this place I call “Home”.

I started walking around my room thinking about Joeys features, trying to remember all of them.

And I did.

Green eyes.

Blonde/Brown hair.

Pink plump lips.

Perfect skin.

Perfect teeth.

In addition, a slightly pointed nose.

I placed the note down on my table as I started to hear knocks at my door. And not loud knocks. These ones were quieter and softer.

I ran to the door hoping to see my new father and I did. I looked at him and studied his face, then started smiling at the fact that I will have a family again.

I started crying. However, not sad tears. They were tears of joy. Joy that this man might bring into my life. In addition, possibly even 

Hope.