My Dad, My Ghost //DISCONTINUED//

Prologue

I never realized so many things could happen in so little time...

The wind got inside the car as I opened the window. It made me remember that as a child, I've always wanted to know what it felt like to stick my tongue outside like a dog. Of course, now that I think of it, it's kind of silly, but I realize that I never really tried. So, I open my mouth, get my head through the window and...

"Don't." Said a voice coming from the driver's seat next to me. I put my head back inside the car while the window closes automatically.

"Please dad! Don't tell me you never wondered how dogs felt like when they do that." I complain

"Well... I can't deny it. But it doesn't matter right now. It's dangerous honey."

"Ugh! Fine."

My father had taken his eyes off the road for only a few seconds, but it was enough time for the light to turn red without either one of us noticing. And then everything went so fast, but so slow at the same time.

Cars honking... The look on my dad's face when he realized what he had done... A big heavy truck coming from the left and a large bus coming from the right... A really, really loud noise (probably bones breaking)... The airbag being activated by the collision... people screaming (maybe me)... another noise (sirens this time)... and then... nothing... nothing for a long time.

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I couldn't feel my head, my arms, my legs and my feet. Were they even there? I don't know anymore. Is that what death feels like? I can't see anything...

I forced myself into opening one eye, and then the other one. Where was I? What happened? Wait... someone is sitting in a chair next to me. A woman. "Mom?" I asked, weakly. She jumped in surprise, but she looked relieved that I was alive. "Oh good lord Hanna! You scared me! I thought I was never going to see you again."

She looked tense, so I decided to make a joke to lighten the atmosphere a bit: "You won't get rid of me that easily!" She smiled. "Of course not."

"What about dad? Where is he?" I asked.

Her smile disappeared suddenly. I might not be an expert on the human body language, but everyone knows that this is NOT a good sign.

"Oh... Hum... About that... You remember what happened before you blacked out don't you? Yeah... well... hum... It was pretty bad. You were really lucky to get out of it alive, and...hum...let's just say that not everyone had the same chance..."

"What do you mean?" I asked, getting worried

"Oh honey... I think you know what I mean"

True. I guess I just didn't want to admit it. I still don't want to. I never will.

Most people would expect me to get extremely angry, or sad, but I didn't feel anything. Except my head, my arms, my legs and my feet. I just wish I didn't. I wish I wasn't here. On Earth. I could've been up there. With dad.