The Wallflower's Bloom

Chapter 4: Pure Sorrow

Chapter 4: Pure Sorrow

As I heard my mom say to go get dressed immediately, I jolted upstairs as fast as the lightning in my head and got ripped blue jeans on, and a black and blue collar shirt on (I had taken them off when I was in my dream world. It...relaxes me more) I had torn the blue jeans when I was crawling on the floor with my friend once acting as wolves.

I thought of for a while, how much just a piece of clothing, a piece of anything really can hold. Memories, everything in just one tiny little jeans, shirt, or trophy, anything really. It just, little things like that amazed me.

Anyways, too worried about the situation, I neglected to fix my long light brown hair, and ran out the door, waiting for my mom.

I don't felt the tears streaming down my face, thinking about what could've happened to my father.

"He's too young.." I kept saying to myself.

If I got to choose, I would rather die myself than to live on without my father, it would be so difficult to pull through without him. I just don't think I could do it. I don't think I could make it through this world without him.

About ten minutes later, my mom pulled up in the driveway with mascara running down her soft skin. I ran in, shut the door, and almost forgot to put my seatbelt on.

Me and my mom didn't speak a word the whole trip to...well, I didn't even know, now that I thought about it.

Maybe we are going to his job? Maybe it was a surprise and my mom forgot to tell me! I got all pumped, but then realized that it could be serious. Maybe he lost his job...I thought. But neither of those were the case.

After about 30 minutes in the car my mom stopped in a parking lot to a gas station that had pretty high gas prices that no one parked in, so it was all, layer out and kind of like private.

"I need to tell you something," she spoke with tears, "Something very awful has happened to your father."

I freaked out, I didn't know why, it's just like, that fear that everyone always has somewhere someway in their head, but it was pounding on your skull, making sure you'll never forget it's there.

I started to shake, and just fell down in tears. My mom grabbed hold of me and we cried in unison. She tugged at my shirt and began kissing my forehead. Then, she began to speak with cracks in her voice.

"Well, the..the...the building that he was in, well," she gagged herself with emotions.

"Jacob, the building was terrorized. Your dad was in it. The buildings collapsed.

" I slowly lifted my head up with a struggle. "No, no!" I screamed. "NO! IT CANT BE! HE'S ALIVE AND I KNOW IT!" The tears came rolling down like rainfall.

We both sat there, and let our emotions out for probably 20 minutes. The pain that I was going through was terrible. My parents were my only friends...and there goes one.

After I had leaked my eyes dry, I sat up in my seat and said, "I wanna see."

My mom shook her head and said, "No, no, you don't need to see that." I told her that I did NEED to. So, she finally agreed.

The ride there was silent, and I looked out the window with puffed up eyes. I could see the traffic was really big today. The terrorist attack is getting a lot of attention. I saw other children in the back seats crying and kicking their legs, wishing whatever had happened was not real, but we all knew it was.

The ride there was tragic, and I put into a lot of thought what the last thing I said to him, how much I'll miss him, but I still have hope that he could be alive. It lingered in me like a little light at the end of a tunnel. You can see it, but you're not sure if you can make it.

If I knew he was dead for sure, I think I'd go crazy. I would just...there I go. Crying again. But this time, tears of worry. I just wanted to see him, to see him smiling, happy...

Once we arrived there, I could see it almost immediately. The buildings have both collapsed. The damage caused the surrounding air to turn black. There were fires, news trucks and reporters, dead bodies, everything was just entirely gruesome.

I didn't want to see all this, but I had to see if my father was alive.

With all these people here, it was hard to see anybody. I quickly realized that it would be impossible to find him, but I continued to look. I looked behind rubble, around the corner, in the ambulance, all through the cracked car window.

I finally decided that it would take to long, and that we would need to just find out in

The way back was the same as the way there, depressing, sad, and dragged out. We made it home, and I immediately realised how quiet it felt. How lonely it was without him...

The rest of my siblings didn't even know yet. They had been upstairs. I couldn't break it to them. So, my mom did. They all were sobbing, which made me cry as well.

Today was just, awful. I hated today.

As of today--September 11, 2001--my father, is dead, from a terrorist attack on the twin towers.

RING! RING! RING! I was too lazy to answer it, but the voicemail started up.

"Hi" a familiar voice said.