Jason's pov
I was pulled from sleep by whimpering. I wrap my arms around Sierra. "I've got you, baby girl. Just go back to sleep." "What do we do, Jay?" I sigh sadly. "There's nothin' we can do baby."
*the next day*
I didn't sleep well last night. I pour a cup of coffee and sit on the couch. Sierra decided to go to grief counseling. So she's at that. I don't know what to do. "Oh man, I'm tired." I set my cup of coffee down and go back to bed.
*in his dream*
"Higher daddy! Higher!" I laugh softly and push her on the swing. She jumps out, landing gracefully on her feet. She pulls her hair back in a ponytail. "Dad.... Is... Is mama gonna be okay?" She asks nervous. I hug her. "I'm gonna take care of your mama. Don't you worry." She starts to tear up. "Life got so much better when you came." "I can't imagine a life without you, sweetheart." She looks up at me, tears in her eyes. "B-But... I'm... I'm.. Dead... Now." I fight back the tears and hug her tight. "You're still my little girl. You'll always be my little girl."
*he wakes up*
I wake up with tears rolling down my cheeks. The door opens. "Sierra?" I call. Silence. I stand up confused, running a hand down my face, wiping away the tears. I walk downstairs. "Sierra?" I try again. Still nothing. I gasp in surprise when the mirror fogs up. I take a shaky step back, bumping into the wall. "M-Miranda?" There's writing in the fogged up mirror. "Love you daddy." I whisper read. I hear the sound of a truck in the driveway. The mirror clears. "I love you too, sweet girl." The door opens, my eyes snap towards it. "Hey Jas- Are you okay?" "Um... I... Uh... Yeah." I mumble. "What happened?" "I don't... I'm fine, honey." I don't want to mention Miranda. I know it'll make her sad. I don't want her to cry. I hug her tightly. "It was just a dream, honey."
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Make A Wish
FanfictionThe make a wish foundation has helped make dying children's dreams come true. It's no different for the young girl in this story. Warning: this story talks about subjects that are sometimes hard to handle. Read at your own risk.