Sabrina McLain:
It was during school
in health class.
I slid into my seat,
having successfully avoided
the guidance counselor,
who had been practically stalking me,
trying to ask me to talk about
Dad's death.
Kyle looked over and beamed at me.
I hadn't seen him since the night of the dance.
If possible, he was even cuter now
then he was that night.
His eyes searched mine
and he put his hand on mine
and he flicked a rogue curl
off of his forehead.
""Brina, I know that you're not okay
and I know that everyone's been telling
you that they're
sorry for your loss
and even though you don't want to hear that,
I mean it.
I know that your Dad loved you a lot
and I know it'll get better.
Eventually."
Kyle said, lowering his voice and
pinning me down with those eyes of his.
And he was right.
I hated all those strangers
who skirted me in the hallways.
I hated all the gossipy whispers.
I hated all the awestruck stares.
I hated the false condolences.
I even hated the
"I'm-sorry-your-Dad-killed-himself" lasagna
that all the women from church sent us.
I hated all the sympathy.
I just wanted to scream to the world,
"HE'S DEAD! IT'S OVER! SO JUST SHUT UP AND FORGET IT! SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT!"
I hated all those people who pretended
like they knew my dad, like they actually enjoyed his company.
They were lying, hiding behind faces full of
fake concern.
But Kyle wasn't.
He meant what he said.
And for some odd reason,
I just assumed that he spoke
from experience.
YOU ARE READING
Dissipate: Book Two
Short StoryThe sequel to "Unnatural" this book is about Sabrina's life after another death. Sabrina is still writing to Jennah, her dead older sister, and Sabrina has a lot to write about. Her mother's so-called "friend from work" is suddenly her new boyfriend...
