Without You(COMPLETED)

Summer of '06

Sometimes the word forever has another meaning. A meaning that very few people notice, and feel. In that word stands the letters O V E R. it was that feeling for me. Over, back in the summer of '06. My dad was in the British army.

But that summer he was off. I always wanted to see a war zone. So one night I asked him, without any hesitation he agreed. My mum was very reluctant to let us go, but she finally gave in. she stayed back in Doncaster and attended her friends wedding anniversary.

We chose Afghanistan to go to. it was a mistake. My mistake. I should have never asked that night. I shouldn't have. But I did. We left for Afghanistan on July 29th 2006. The day that haunts me every year.

As soon as we arrived in the very foreign country. My heart had these weird feelings. I thought that was the excitement. I was wrong. Dad and I were walking on the streets exploring the city. I asked him if there was a chance that we would live our lives together for once and he said yes, then he said even if we don't he'll always love me, forever. My heart started doing this weird things after be said that. I turned my head around and saw something. A man. A man with a gun in his hand. I screamed "Dad, Run!" but he didn't understand what I meant. he stared at me like I was mad. Then I heard the sound of the trigger. the next instant dad was lying on the ground. The bullet had gone right through his heart. The man that meant the world to me was gone. Not for three months this time, but forever.

*Five days Later* I was on a plane back to England. A plane sent to get dad by the British army. HE's body laid down in the plane with the English flag on it... When we finally got home, mum was crying. there were lots of people in our house. When I walked in everything went silent. Then mum slapped me right against my cheek "You spoilt it all, from tomorrow this house isn't your anymore, I'm not your mum anymore, get out of my life!" Those were the same words she said. I deserved it. All of it. I took away her everything of her. Everything. The next morning my bags were packed. I was leaving the house I grew up on for good. I took one of dads shirts from the army. All the pictures I had of him and mum. Because I knew all I had now were pictures and memories of them for the rest of my life. I had one more month till I graduated from University. Then it would begin. The real life. With that I bid farewell to my house. I went to dads funeral, it broke my heart knowing that this was the last time, I'd see him. And it was all my fault. I left Doncaster the town I grew up, the town that had all my childhood memories.