When I wake I hear knocking on my door. I grumble and get up from my clearing rest, walking to my door and opening it after unlocking it. My dad stands in the doorway and looks down to me. His eyes are still glossy and his face is red. "Your sister and I are going to see her mom and dad, we're going to try and make them feel better. Care to come with?" He asks. I tilt my head to the side. "Who's 'her'? Do you mean mom, father?" I ask him sarcastically. His eyebrows knit together before he answers me.
"You know what I mean. This is no time for your sarcasm, (Y/n). And don't call me 'father'. I am your dad. Her death changes nothing. Now, will you go or not?" He frowns. I roll my eyes. If I don't go he will hold a grudge against me. If I do, I will have to smell the poison on him and listen to my poor sister's whimpers. "I guess, but when you said that it changes nothing... you are quite wrong. In fact, I can already smell the alcohol on your breath. You can't pretend like it didn't happen." I cringe. "Don't be a bitch. We're leaving in five." He says, turning on his heel and walking away.
"Whatever you say, father!" I yell back, emphasizing the word 'father'. I walk back into my room, not bothering to close my door. After a bit, I hear snuffling coming from outside of my room. Then, I hear little pitter-patting. I look over my shoulder and see my sister, softly crying. I turn around and walk over to her, embracing her into a hug. "What's wrong, Sally?" I ask, softly. "W-why are you yelling at da-ddy?" She asks, mumbling. "I don't mean it, I'm very sorry. He just gets on my nerves sometimes. Don't worry, I'll try not to do it anymore. Now, are you ready to see nanny and poppy?" I ask, trying to act excited.
She smiles and nods her head, tears falling off of her beautiful face. She has bright, green eyes and light-brown curly locks that fall to her lower back. She always carries along a brown teddy bear, hugging it tightly. Wiping away her salty tear, I pull her back into a hug. "Let's go then," I whisper to her, smiling. She smiles too and we walk downstairs, hand in hand. My dads sitting at the table, water in hand. He's probably trying to sober up. He chugs the water down and stands up, walking to the door. We silently follow behind him.
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Fanfiction(Y/n) has a journal that she writes in every day about personal things. Actually, she wrote in it every day... until her mother's death. Devasted, (Y/n) stops going to school which means that she could fail. Josh tries to help her out but she now ha...
