Dads death

"Dad, oh my god! I just want to go to Abigail's house after school."

"No, and that's final, you knew today we were going over to the browns for dinner!"

"Yea, but dad I will be back before we leave, it will only be for a couple hours" I said desperately.

"You're coming home after school, doing your homework, and getting ready, then we're leaving!" my dad yelled in an annoyed voice.

"No! I'm gonna go to Abigail's, I'm not coming after school, you can go to that stupid dinner yourself!" I yelled.

My face was red with anger. I couldn't believe my dad cared so much about this. Couldn't he see I just wanted to spend time with my friends?!

I walked home and opened the door with a click. I dropped my bag on the floor.

"Daaad, I'm home, I came back just for you!" I shouted.

I wasn't sure if he had left, my mom was in New York for a business trip, so I was home alone, I walked up the stairs and into my room. I did my homework for a bit, then walked down the hall to the bathroom. When I opened the door the floor was covered in red and in the corner of the bathroom, I saw my dad, lying there, DEAD. I instantly felt nauseous. My brain was still figuring out what had happened, I didn't know what to do, I felt the guilt of fighting with him earlier that day. I always thought these types of things happen to other people, but to other people, we are other people. I felt empty and lost, my whole body felt numb.

I called my mom and told her what had happened, she didn't talk for a bit. She told me she would take the next flight back to Maryland. I still thought about how different my life would be and what we would do. would we have to move, I felt really bad because I argued with my dad just this morning. I went back to my room and slid into bed.

I woke to the sound of my mom crying in the room across mine. I got out of bed and walked to her room. It looked like all the color had been drained from her face, I had no idea what to tell her or how to make her feel better. I walked up to her and just sat, we stayed silent for what seemed like a long time until finally, she said something...

"You do know that our life will be very different now, right, we will have to move and we won't have all these nice things, I'm not saying we're gonna be homeless or anything, my job still will provide a comfortable lifestyle."

I thought about what she had said and knew it was true but I refused to believe it, I just said nothing and walked back to my room.

The next morning on the school bus I stayed quiet and didn't talk to my friends at all.

"What's wrong?" asked one of my friends

"Nothing" I quickly replied

All through the school day, I didn't raise my hand, I quietly ate my lunch and when I got home I didn't even think about homework. I walked into the kitchen and I saw my mom watching the news and obviously the murder of my dad was on. I felt butterflies in my stomach, I still remember my dad's joyful voice filling the house. For a while, I just stood there, thinking about happy memories with him.

"How about we do something fun, just to try and forget about this" my mom said

"Sure, what do you want to do" I replied in a happy voice, ready to take my mind off this.

"Do you want to go watch a movie?" she asked

"Yeah, let's watch a funny one, I will go get my computer and we look at what cinemas are playing"

I skipped to the stairs and went up to my room, I was really happy to be able to think of something else. I went downstairs and we chose a movie.

After the movie we went out for dinner, we didn't talk at all.

"Dad probably would have liked that movie" I said.

I imagined my dad sitting next to me laughing, I felt a shiver down my back. All I could think about was him now, his thick brown hair and twinkling blue eyes. I knew things would be different. Very different.