Playlist:
•Coma White
•Disassociative
• •Goodbye Leader• •
As I sat staring at his lifeless body, not a single tear rolled its way from my naked, hazel brown eye.
My eyebrows were arched, a lump in my throat, and a piercing silence in my ears.
As I opened my mouth to say something, I only choked on a sob. I could've prayed for him to open his eyes. For his mouth to twitch into a silly smile like he usually did, to pray for him to lean up and give me a hug, telling me how much he loves me. But he never moved.
A blank expression had layered itself softly upon his pale, wrinkled face.
I couldn't stop staring at him. It seemed so, so unrealistic. As prepared as I thought I was for this day, I couldn't accept it. I knew everybody died, I learnt that a huge while back, my mother had given me a good example.
He was perfect. So perfect.
My head fell on his chest, the feeling of cold flesh met my temple, and I allowed myself to sob uncontrollably.
"Dad I wish you would w-wake up" I cried more to myself than to anybody else. No higher spirit or power could hear me. The assholes are probably looking down on my shaking form and laughing at me.
I looked up at him, my eyes filled with salty water, blurring my vision.
I stared at his pale face, tears just continuously rolling down my cheeks. And I cried. I cried like a little child.
My jaw ached badly, and my throat was tight and sore.
My black hair had clung itself to my forehead where I was sweating horrendously.
I squeezed my eyes shut and my fingers clung onto his cold flesh.
My body shook with every sob that broke out, and my throat rippled with the scream that was released.
"Dad! DAD! I want you to wake- wake u-up!! J-just, I-I'll be alone. I'll be a-all alone Dad, you can't l-le-leave me Dad!!" And I screamed. My low, gravelly voice breaking harshly.
My crying got louder. And my screams progressively got more piercing.
I couldn't hear the doors being slammed open, but I was barely shaken out of my pain when warm hands gripped my torso and tried to pull me away from my dead father.
"S-STOP! He'll wake up, he's going to wake up! He-he's not going to leave me, n-no, not like this! He'll wake up!!" I cried louder and louder, clawing at the air towards the hospital bed where he lay peacefully, unmoving.
My shaking body was being dragged away by strong arms. I was too tired to thrash and crawl back to my father. So I continued crying.
Eventually I collapsed, my mind going blank as I my screams had died down.
My eyes fluttered closed softly as my arms and legs fell limp, my knees hitting the floor and I collapsed onto my shoulders.
But when I saw black, I thought I could see a figure. His faint silhouette was only just visible.
"I'm with you.." he whispered. "I'm with you"
