They gently set the coffin in the grave as violin music filtered through the cold air. Everywhere around you, you could hear soft whimpers and loud bursts of crying now and then out loud. They threw the dirt on the coffin and then that's when I lost it. I cried all night. Just trying to imagine life without my dad. It's so hard to take in when your dad has just been murdered. Who would want to murder my father, he has meant more to me than you could of imagined.
I went to school the next day and saw J. "My father died yesterday. He.... He... He... Got murdered." me and J right then started to cry softly. J was very close to my father. He always considered my father as the best tutor that could stand alive. I spent the next week at home. Crying to hopefully see my dad soon again. I realized that J has always been there for me and I was in need for someone special to come in and fill in the part of my heart that was taken by some killer who killed my Father.
J was a man with brown hair and blue eyes. He was surely strong and always kept his word. He was just the man I needed. J walked through the door placing a plastic bag on the table in my kitchen. " Good morning T." " Why do always call me T. You know thats not my name." " I call you that because That is the only name my mouth feels for you." " What? I don't get it. Oh well you have always been that freak that makes weird stuff up about people." That whole day I have cried then and there to get over my dad. Things got worse and the need for someone in my heart has grown larger. J walked in the kitchen eating the last apple out of the plastic bag that sat on the table. He looked at me and smiled. I walked away and got on my phone.
Hey, i'm in the kitchen with the man I hope to be with. Text back ASAP.
Wow. Whats his name??? Whats he like???
J. Amazing
I have to go.
Bye but i wish you could stay to hear more.
Nah. Im still looking.
J came back into the kitchen and hugged me and said that he was still sorry for my loss. I hugged him back and I let go and ran up stairs deciding that I would never date J. He was like my brother. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck!!!!
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ActionThat feeling that your not alone. That feeling that someone is watching you. That feeling that you have always had from the beginning finally becomes reality. This book will give you shivers but just hope when your reading this, your not... Alone!!
