Can't Handle (Sequel to True Love Never Dies?)

Part 8

Sadness turns to happiness at times. Especially today. It has been another 5 years, so 10 since mum passed. 9 since Eleaner passed. For once, it will be a good day. My good friend, one of Izaak's children. Mark. Is getting married.

I've met his bride a few times. Her name is Amy. She's...okay. I guess. Funny, but weird. I don't trust her. I get a weird vibe from her. But, it's probably just my nerves, I mean. I've been through a lot in the past. Too much for a 19 year old. So, of course I'm going to get weird vibes from new people. But, as long as they're happy, I'm happy.

*AFTER THE WEDDING AS I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE WEDDINGS*

I get home at about 1 in the morning. My dad is still out. I'm not drunk. My dad is though. Very drunk. I don't want to know what he is doing. He better not be doing anything behind mum's back. I swear to god.

*A few hours later*

I sit up as fast as i can. My eyes wide open. No. No. No. No. No. No. This cannot be happening. That was the worst dream I've ever had. I dreamt that mum was dead, I had asthma and anorexia and that Eleaner died of cancer. What happened?

I look around me. Bright lights. Mum is by my side, so is dad. They're both fast asleep. There are bandages all over my right arm and my head. My neck is in a brace. My back is really sore. What happened? Then it hit me...

No. Way.