Angel of Darkness

Death

I don't know how long it was until the doctor got back. "Mrs. Crystal, wake up" the doctor says as he wakes mom and I up. "Yes?" she replies. "Can you come with me?" he says with a blank expression on his face. "Okay" she says agreeing to go with him. They walk down the hall and he stops. He looks at her and he starts talking. I'm already in tears already knowing what he was going to say. I look up and see him hugging her while she cries. He's gone... How can this happen? Why couldn't it be me? Why NOT ME?!!! Mom comes over and hugs me. "It will be okay sweetie... We will get through this together. He's in a better place now" she says with a soothing voice. I knew it wasn't going to be okay. Things will not be the way they were once before. He won't be there for Christmas to watch me open presents. He won't be there on my birthday. He won't be there when I need him the most. He won't be here. Ever.

It's been almost a week since he died. Mom isn't talking, barely eating, and I hear her crying in bed from my room in the middle of the night. The funeral was yesterday. I had to walk out of the room a couple times because of the emotions and thoughts of sad loved ones of my father. I was asked to speak too. I didn't say much. All I said was that he was an amazing person and father, that I loved him and miss him, and that that shouldn't have happened to him.

Today was a Saturday so of course I didn't do much except listening to my ipod and getting on the internet. I got on my facebook page and was scrolling through my page. Then I stop at one particular post. "So sad that Lizzie's dad died. That must be soooo upsetting. Good. She deserves to be upset. Maybe if she's lucky enough she'll just kill herself to be with her loving daddy. No one loves you so how about you do us all a favor and DIE! -Adriel" I just stared at that post and read over it at least ten times. How can she be so heartless and cruel to someone? I just lost my dad and she has to tell me to go die? What is her problem? So I leave a comment on her post. "Look I don't know what your problem is but you need to stop. My dad just died and you tell me to kill myself? What did I ever do to you for you to hate me so much? Just please don't talk to me.-Elizabeth"

It's already two o'clock and I haven't even gotten out of bed. I'm hungry. Lets go get something to eat. I go down stairs to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. No milk. No jelly. No anything except for some vegetables. I leave a note on the counter for my mom to tell her that I went to the grocery store to get some milk, eggs, bread, and anything else we might need. I had some money left over from my summer job I had so that wasn't a problem.

I get to Kroger and grab a basket. After about ten minutes since I got here and something odd happens. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw my dad, but I knew it wasn't him. I mean, he's dead. I ignore it. About five more minutes later I'm almost done shopping, but then I hear voices. I know it's probably just someone thinking. No. It was as if the person was trying to talk directly to me through their thoughts. Elizabeth... It says. The voice was familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. It calls my name two more times then it stops. I finally check out and drive home.

"Mom I'm home" I yell upstairs. No reply. I go in the kitchen and unload the groceries. I take out a vase from the cabinet and put some fire tulips that I bought in the vase knowing their my mom's favorite. I also take out a small box of mom's favorite chocolates and a card. I grab a pin and write:

Dear mom, I just want you to know that I'm still here. We can talk or cry if you want. I know this is hard for you the most but we will get through this together. I hope you enjoy the tulips and chocolate. Love, Elizabeth xoxo P.s. I love you!

I Place that in front of her door and knock. I then run to my door and hide around the corner. She opens the door and looks down. She has been crying of course. She smiles. and picks the card up and reads it. She then smiles and cries at the same time then take the flowers, card, and chocolate in her room. I go back downstairs and fix two grilled bologna and cheese sandwiches. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Mom peeks around corner and smiles.