Part Two ..
I stepped out onto the large patio as I leaped through the polished, oak French doors, only to see my father lying on the ground motionless. I gripped on to the thought of the situation being a nightmare although my mind brought me to reality. My gut throbbed, my heart ached, my eyes flooded with tears. I felt as if I was dying all over yet I still seemed to be able to breathe in the frosty air of winter.
"No, no, no" I repeated to myself as I started to take small steps to my father, eventually breaking into a run. My bare feet sunk into the snow , each step, the cold, white blanket would bite viscously into my sole but all that entered my mind was the fact my father was hurt and suffering.
I finally reached him, slumping myself beside him reaching out for his numb cheek. His shirt was smeared with blood, ringing with pain and agony. I then saw it, that knife, that calved wooden handle used by that very fresh and blood that would do such a thing to my father. My heart seemed to hyperventilate as i picked the bloody blade up from the snow for my eyes to agressivly gaze at myself through it. Screaming, i threw it, as far as i could. Throwing it out of my life and my fathers but it will always remain somewhere, in the scared memories.
"Father" I managed but by this time, my chin was shaking with terror.
"Hello my little girl" he whispered as he tried to put on a smile.
"Don't go, I'm here" I cried.
He continued with his weak smile as squeezed my hand as tight as he could, although his weak grip didn't last long as I watched his eyes slowly close to be sealed forever. Tears was constantly collecting in my eyes, knowing that I was to never see my father's beautiful, hazel eyes ever again, I allowed them go close knowing that he will forever be in peace with my mother. I felt his last breath on the palm of my hand as my fingers left his cheek.
My father was the only family I had left meaning that I was now alone, with nobody. I tried hard to grab hold of the memories, but my mind blanked with heartache, my hands caught my salty, tears as I wept to the angels who put my father to rest.
...
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Lost in Time
FantasiaA young Victorian girl that looses her family to various events although when she looks through her fathers belongs, she finds a golden watch wrapped up in a note from her father. She soon discovers with the watch she can travel in time, soon discov...
