The Beginning of the End.

Chapter One

The sun cascaded over my duvet. The warmth bringing me out of my sleep. For a few seconds I had a smile on my face, a grin that could almost convince you I was happy. But within those few seconds I was hit by reality. It was a Monday morning, yes I can agree with you that Monday mornings might be the most hated day of the week. But for me, Monday was the best day of the week. I dont mean to sound like a nerd.. Because that isn't why I liked Mondays. School was horrible, and I did my best to steer clear of it. But Monday was the day that my father and I went out to the shed and cleaned our guns. I was something you might call a gun-nut, or a gun enthusiast. My father and I were the only 2 people in our whole family who touched guns, with an exeption to my uncle. My uncle is a criminal, who dabbles in a cartel. Honestly I worry, but with all the guns he pulls into Los Angeles for us I stop worrying and let him give us the occasional gun.

All of the was changed today. Monday seemed like another day, and soon my grin fell into a small frown. My dad was dead, and today was my first Monday without him. He would come into my room with 2 cups of coffee at 5 a.m, and wake me up by pinching my nose. He wasn't bringing me any coffe today, or pinching my nose. But I was up at 5. Sulking I guess. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I got up and made myself coffee.

The house was silent, I could hear my brothers start to stir. Maybe I should go and see how they are. I winced as I got up to pour out the small amount of coffee left in my mug. I forgot about the pain in my bruised ribs. I guess I should mention that.. I was there when he died. I lived and he didn't. I got away with bruised ribs! And he died! Tears fell from my swollen eyes, I didn't deserve this. What would ever get my mom to stop looking at me like a charity case, maybe my family would stop saying "it wasn't your fault" because it was. I'm the one who said, " Dad lets go see uncle Chris" He said no, because showing up there unannounced might cause some problems. But I wanted to get an early gift for him, so we went. And some people were there.. Loading up guns from a tunel that ran throughout the city, and Chris was getting paid. My dad tried to act cool as he pulled up. But he was already tensed. 10 seconds later the car was moving really fast and I was alone in the car. Those people shot him in the head and left me in the running car, the car fell off the side of the hill where the shop was and then I was in a hospital. 5 bruised ribs and a killer headache.

" Dawn, I am right here," I heard the soothing voice of my mother, Allison. And was swept into her arms.

" What. Are. You. Doing," I whispered, pausing at each sharp breath I took, trying not to make it evident that she was crushing my ribs.

" Oh baby.. Sorry, I just-" she stopped letting me go, and continued on, " I just saw you alone out here. I know today is.. That day."

"Yes, it's Monday. I was just going to get dressed. I don't need help up the stairs, so go back to bed.. It's 5:30 in the morning.." I rambled on, I just wanted her to stop looking at me like that. She sighed in agreement and stumbled back into her room.

I went up to my room and got dressed. I was wearing my favourite jeans and a baggy t-shirt of my dad's. It was the usual, but I was extra thankful for my t-shirt because it was easy to get on without much movement. I went slowly to the back yard, stopping to catch my breath. It wasn't like I was doing anything remotley hard, I just didn't breath when i walked, it hurt so much. I got the keys from my pocket and shoved it into the lock. I hesitated before opening the door, the guns were already cleaned. I mean, I just cleaned them last week. With my dad, maybe this wasn't even for the guns sake, it was for bonding. I didn't really have anyone to bond with, so going in wouldn't even mean anything anymore. I opened the door and instantly felt dizzy. I tried to walk into the threshold, but I couldn't. Instead I just closed the door back up and slowly desended on the door until I reached the ground. I can't do this without him.