tornado // h.s.

tornado; eight

C H A P T E R E I G H T

"the monsters are gone."
"really?" doubtful.
"i killed the monsters. that's what fathers do."
» fiona wallace

I ONLY know now that the scientists are wrong.

The world is flat.

I know because I was tossed right off the edge and I've been trying to hold on. I've been trying to climb back up but it's nearly impossible to beat gravity when no one is willing to give you a hand.

I am alone, I am alone. I am alone.

They're dead. They're dead. They're dead.

And it hurts it hurts it hurts so much.

Loneliness was creeping towards me, quiet and still, sitting by my side in the pure darkness and stroking my hair whilst I slept. It wrapped itself around me like a noose around my neck, squeezing me ever-so-tightly, leaving me without a single ounce of life left inside of me.

And even when I was ready to let go, when I was ready to break free, when I was trying to be okay, loneliness was an old friend standing beside me in the mirror, looking me straight in the eye, challenging me to live a life without it.

Dad didn't get to see me graduate or get my first job or fall in love or go on several dates or buy seven cats or finally find the right person or get married or give birth. He wouldn't be there to experience those moments with me.

And Avalon didn't get to go to Elementary school and talk about how disgusting boys are just to have her swoon over them when she was 12 or have her go on her first date or have her go through her first breakup or have her go to prom or have her live the life she imagined she'd get.

Instead they were gone. Too early.

"It's okay, Ocean. Sh," Harry attempted to awkwardly comfort me, hesitant to rub my back but then giving in when a slight sob left my lips.

"You don't understand." I told him, my throat hoarse.

"I do, the love of my life just... You know." he replied, looking at the floor hesitantly, refusing to say the word 'dead'.

"That's different, Harry. I lost my family. They were supposed to be there for me through my years; and now they're just gone. I've spent my entire life with their presence, and having them all of a sudden- die, it hurts so mu-" I spoke as my words dissolved into small whimpers. I covered my face with my hand, too ashamed to show my weak state.

"So? Beth was the only thing worth living for," his jaw clenched, knuckles white and face boiling with rage.

"There are so many other girls out there you can marry. Meanwhile, I can't get a new dad and a new sister." I replied quietly, turning my face to avoid any eye contact.

"Nobody will ever be as good as Beth."

"Well nobody will ever be as good as my family,"

"I loved her,"

I ignored his remark and pulled my knees to my face. I wasn't in the mood for a useless argument.

I took the time to think about Beth, to grieve for her. I remember him crying, his words, and realized they were obviously for her. I am in no place to allow my prejudices to predict her value, but I can tell that her and Harry had a strong connection. I knew there was something suspicious going on, and I felt that Dad and Avalon were somehow dead, as a part of me died too, but I ignored the thought.

It's funny how our eyes blur the truth when we cannot bear to see it. I shook off my annoying cheesy thoughts and began whispering prayers. Before I knew it, I was forcing myself to keep my eyes open, to stay awake because I don't want to sleep. I don't want to wake up tomorrow and remember the shit that was happening.

But I knew I had to if I wanted to survive and be healthy.

I closed my eyes and allowed my thoughts to paralyze my body with sleep.

"Dad?"

"Hey, bud."

"WH-what are you doing here? You're dead!"

"Nope, I'm alive, silly, and quiet down; you don't want to wake up your sist- Ocean! Calm down, I can't breathe!" he laughed as I squeezed him into a big hug.

"I thought you were dead I missed you so much oh my god Dad,"

Then suddenly, his eyes began spilling blood, just like Meg, and I watched him die, just like Meg, and with his last breath, he muttered the words 'goodbye'.

Just like Meg.

I woke up panting. my forehead was glistened with sweat as nausea took over. Everything felt real and the image was etched into my memory and I saw him die again

and again

and again.

My vision was blurred with the tears that kept spilling from my eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay," A voice rang through my ears.

"Please don't die," I clenched the fabric of his shirt.

"I'm not going anywhere, pal," a voice I think I recognized as my father's spoke, only forcing more tears to flow. The hand softly patted my back, creating a steady rhythm that synchronized with my breaths.

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AS PROMISED HASHTAG sWAG I ACTUALLY FOLLOWED MY PROMISE AND UPDATED EARLY THIS TIME CAN I GET A WHAT WHAT I SHOULD DO THOSE NEXT UPDATE THINGS MORE OFTEN IT PRESSURES ME INTO WORKING WHEN I HAVE DEADLINES HOLLA

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