"I'm sorry Elsa but your father just passed away." Those words broke me as I crashed to the floor crying my eyes out. All I had left,the little strength I possessed had been ripped away from me and now I felt weak to the bone.
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Elsa Ninette was a girl of Italian and French descent. Her Father had been a French man while her mother was Italian. She didn't come from the nest home or have even a suitable family background. Her family was poor and being the only child,they did their best to raise her. Her mother had died when she was seven from an illness and her father was all she had left. They were each other's strength and for the past fourteen years, they'd struggled to make a living.
Now her father had passed,leaving her alone in the world with no one to turn to.
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I wandered out of the hospital like a lost soul and that was exactly how I felt. My father was dead,what else was there for me to live for? The little amount of money I'd been able to save from my job had all been spent on his bill and now I had nothing.
I crossed the road with glazed eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks,not even bothering with the fact that the light had turned green and cars were moving past me,honking angrily.
I was sure I looked like a zombie, a mad woman,but I didn't care. I had no idea how my feet got to the front door of my apartment. I opened the door and stepped in, not bothering to lock it. The lock was already broken and besides,there was nothing worth stealing. I didn't even have a television!
My head felt as light as a feather,my mind was blank. Empty. I felt numb,didn't know what to think,didn't know what to do. The apartment had only three small rooms;the living room,the tiny kitchen a one bedroom which I shared with my father....or used to share. The picture of me and him which hung on the wall caused me to snap and I screamed as the pain and realization that he was actually gone,hit me.
I wept.
I wept for my father.
I wept for my mother who died leaving me when I was so young.
I wept for myself,for my pathetic life and how everyone I loved was gone.
I wept.
so this is my new story. I'm not gonna continue 'wild love' cause wattpad keeps on mixing up my chapters and the past three chapters I posted didn't even load! just the title showed,the story was just blank. well let's hope it gets fixed then I'll continue bit for now please read and comment on this one. thanks.
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