Lost Dad: Dan Smith

Thirty Three: Tweeted

I went through and titled all the chapters and fixed a couple typos. Sorry if it showed up on notifications as updates. I should've said I was doing so. I figured out what the song I mentioned in the last chapter was. Fake You Out by Twenty One Pilots. IM IN LOVE, FAM.

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Dan POV:

Tweeted. @/bastilledan on Twitter Just now:

"So I've been thinking about saying this for a while, and it took a good friend of mine (@/ dickmeredith) for me to say this. I want to say, that I have a daughter. Her name is Laura and she's 12 years old. She's actually the nicest person on the planet, and I'm so lucky to have her staying with me until early January. I hope this isn't at all weird, and if it is, sorry about ruining your Monday any further. Cheers! 

-Dan + Laura x

I attached an awkward selfie Laura and I took earlier that day. It's the one she seems to glow the least in, even though her face actually seamlessly fades into the wall. 

"Ew. I look like the freaking 'Moisturize Me' chick from Doctor Who." Laura says from next to me. 

"That's the one you said you look best in." I remind her. Her bracelets part to where I can see her bandage. 

"Can you show me your wrist again?" I ask, remembering I need to hide whatever she used to cut. She rolls her eyes. 

"No... you don't... need... to see it. You already saw it." She argues. 

"Don't argue with me, please." I say, biting my lip. 

"Dan..." She says as I pull her wrist to me. She yanks her arm away. 

"Laura. Please." I say a little more sternly. 

"Dan, there's nothing left to do." She explains. 

"Fine. Just tell me what you used." I say, giving the physical battle a rest. She stares at the ground. 

"They're in my bag." She says. 

"Give them to me. All of them." I say. Laura gets up and goes into her room. She quickly returns with a bag of razor blades.  She sets the bag in my outstretched hands, sitting down next to me. 

"Why did you have these in the first place?" I ask. She doesn't reply. I'm beginning to get annoyed. 

"Laura, please answer my question." I tell her. 

"There used to be another kid at Ethan and Michael's. His name was Rory. He told me to eff off and die and gave me them." She tucks her knees into her chest and buries her face. Her breath is a mixture of panic and anger. 

"Laura-" I say, touching her hand. 

"Don't touch me." She snaps. I don't reply for a moment. 

"I'm sorry, I won't." I tell her. 

"I know something else is wrong." I say calmly. I think if you speak to an angry person calmly, they'll calm faster. 

"I'm as fine as I can really be at the moment, considering the circumstances." She says. 

"Look at me," I start. Her head turns to face me. "I want you to be happy, I just want to know whats wrong so I can help." I say. I want to give her a hug, but I remember her request to not be touched. 

"I'm just still upset from the events of last night with Drew and all... It'll take time." She says, rocking back and forth a bit. 

"Could I be alone for a moment?" She asks, getting ready to get up.