I'm back! Hi! I got a suden burst of insperation. Also evil. There is a song on the side, play when told. You dont HAVE to but you should for the full effect. ba-bye for now
One phone call. One phone call is all it takes to change someone’s life. It can change someone’s complete outlook on life, or someone’s life itself. That one phone call, did both. It was a call from the hospital, in flordia. My dad, the one who never supported anything I have ever done, was lying on his deathbed. He may have not liked my choices, and we may have faught, but he was my father, and I was his daughter. I dropped everything. I flew out to Flordia emmidiatly. And here I am, crying silently next to my father. Why silently? I have shed to many tears over this man, they refuse to fall for him anymore. Right now he is asleep, has no ide im even here, I’ve just been sitting here, stareing at him for the past few hours. The last people I talked to were Sparkles and Jordan. Sparkles I had talked to over the phone, because he was touring with the band. He didn’t want me to go but understood I had to. Jordan dropped me off at the airport. I havnt talked to a single person since I stepped onto the plane. The nurses seemed nice, but im to deep in thought to actually pay attention. It’s funny really. Ever since my mom died, we never got along. Yet here I am. I flew from Bristol to flordia, with no notice at all. I guees blood is thicker than poision. That’s how that goes right? Well if not, that’s pretty much the case here. I started thinking of what he was like before my mom passed. He was a good man, he loved me, he would take me to Disney once every few worlds. He, my mom and I, my sister to befor the incident. He wasn’t a bad man, it was cercumstanses that made him that way. The love of his life died. I want to say I know how that feels, but Trevor wasn’t the love of my life, not really. I thought he was, at the time, he was. But he’s not. My father has gone through so much, his oldest daughter kidnapped, his wife died of cancer, and his only remaining kin moving to England. Without even relising it, I started singing softly. I’m not sure why I started singing the song I did, maybe because the in-flight-movie drilled into my head, or maybe because it fit the situation. I started singing When She Loved Me from Toy Story 2. I know its silly, but it fit. (Play song now on side now.) As I sang, I began to in vision memories that I didn’t even know I had.
When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful
A little girl, riding on her father’s shoulders as they ran through the park
Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart
A father, pushing his daughter on a swing while the mother sat and watched
And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears
The little girl tripping and scraping her knee, the father lifting her up by one leg and her torso, kissing it, making the girl laugh before she could cry
And when she was happy, so was I, when she loved me.
The father sitting on a bench smiling while his daughter sat on his lap singing loudly and off-pitch
Through the summer and the fall, we had each other, that was all
Just she and I together, like it was meant to be
The girl, slightly older, maybe 9, climbing on the monkey bars on her own. She fell off, but was caught by her father right before she hit the ground.
And when she was lonely, I was there to comfort her
The girly, slightly older than that, maybe 11, all exited and ready to go out with friends, waiting for the phone to ring.
And I knew that she loved me.
She began crying when it never did, and he came in carrying soda and movies.
So the years went by, I stayed the same
And she began to drift away, I was left alone
The girl, 14, wearing a sparkling leotard heading for Gymnastics
Still I waited for the day, when she’d say "I will always love you."
The father, sitting in a recliner staring at a turned of TV as the girl watched him from the stairs.
Lonely and forgotten, never thought she’d look my way,
She smiled at me and held me, just like she used to do,
Like she loved me, when she loved me
The girl, 17, walking into the house wearing a fancy leotard caring a decent sized trophy, the dad smiling and saying congrats before returning to nothing.
Lonely and forgotten, never thought she’d look my way,
She smiled at me and held me, just like she used to do,
Like she loved me, when she loved me
“You sound just like your mother” I jumped in surprise by the sudden noise before relizing what they said and who said it. “I didn’t always. Remember when I was 12?” I asked quetly, properly speeking for the first time in a while. “What happened when you were 12?” He asked, genuenly confused. “Nevermond, I forgot. You were out that day.” I said, relizing nobody was actually there for me that day, as Trever and Julie were both out that weekend, for different reasons. “You sound different.” He said suddenly, “What happened to your accent?” I then relize he didn’t mean my singing. “11 months of living in England will do that to someone.” I said, already aware my American accent was now 50/50 between an Florida accent and a Bristol accent. “God, its been a year?” He asked. “Very nearly.” I said, still not knowing what was wrong with him exactly. “What happened?” I said after a few minutes of silence. “I had a Stroke. I’m lucky actually, strokes useally cause memory loss, or lose of sight or speech, even death.” He said, obviously only telling part of it. “And what did you get from it?” I said seriously, knowing he’d try to avoid it. “I can’t move my legs.” He said sadly. My dad wasn’t exactly youn, but he was lucky. At 67, he doesn’t have Alzheimer’s, he doesn’t have hearing loss or vision lost, no arthritis. He has had slight back problems in the past, but nothing severe. Strokes are actually fairly common is men over 65, so it’s not a major shock, but it was still unexpected. It hit me like a ton of bricks. My dad, now unable to walk, has nobody left. Then and there I decided. I was moving back to Florida.
Do you hate me? You shouldnt, 1,116 words and its 5 am. I am evil though, but just you wat :3. bye.
