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Forgotten II // Blunt

"....You mad it clear the first time, you don't have to repeat it..."

He then walked out of the room probably calling mom. I started to cry, I wanted to stay with daddy, I loved my mommy but she was always at work. I only said it 'cause I was mad.

3rd P.O.V.

The little girl let her long blonde hair fall in face, as she started to sob. Her big blue eyes glossy, two traits she inhabited from her father. Her face tinted a light shade of red, in that moment she had said something out of anger, nothing she truly meant. She felt of if her dad made it clear that he didn't want her anymore. She got up off the floor from her previous stop, she wanted to go over to her friends house, surely playing with dolls would make her feel better. The girl was going to ask her dad for a ride, before she remembered how he yelled at her.

She didn't know what to do. Maybe she could walk, Surely she had been down there thousands of times, it was just down the road after all. She was about to leave before she remembered what her dad had told her. 'Listen Sarah never leave the house without me I dont know what I would do if I lost you. If someone tries to grab you scream and run, and always stay on the sidewalk'. But her dad didn't care about her anymore, completely forgetting what her dad had said the little girl started to walk down the road.

As she ran across the street she saw headlights blaring and honking filled her ears. The next thing she new she was looking at the sky and she could feel a warm liquid around her head. read stained her once pure blonde hair and when she looked over she saw her dad running towards her before she completely blacked out.

With every day that passed without you waking up, he could feel another piece of his heart breaking off. His usually bright blue eyes have grown dull, not finding anything worth smiling about anymore. He had let the hair on his chin and upper lip grow out, making him look ages older than he is. He could do nothing but sit by your side in the hospital, and that killed him. He wanted to take your place, he would do anything for it to be him on that bed instead of you, and it wasn't. He cried more in the last week than he had in his whole lifetime. Cindy was worried about him; they had done a couple of meetings without him, but it was hard. Erich was their rock, and without his constant advice and approval during the meetings, they weren't quite sure what to do. She wanted to go see him, but no one was allowed in the room except Erich, your mom, and Erich refused to leave you alone, as he was the only family you had left. The door to your room opens, and Erich twists around in his chair to see the nurse walking in with a tray of food. He furrows his eyes in confusion. "How is she supposed to eat that?" He asks, and the nurse smiles sadly at him as she places it on the bedside table. "It's for you, Erich. I've hardly seen you eat this whole week, and the last thing Sarah needs is her father landing in the hospital too." "I know, it's just... It's hard, doing every day things while she's like this," he motions to you, his fingers moving to sweep a strand of hair out of your face. "It's hard being strong when she's so weak and helpless. She makes me strong."