Emo's POV
The hospital disappeared and and we were in a white empty room."D..Dad?" I asked again. The man gave me a small smile and nodded. I got up and ran to him. Surprisingly I didn't faze though him like I did to the nurse earlier. "Is it really you." I said, my voice cracking from being on the verge of tears. He chuckled. "Yes it's me son." "But..l..how?" I stumbled not quite finding the right words. He released me from his embrace and put his hands on both of my cheeks, looking me in the eyes. "5 years" he whispered. Tears now streamed freely down both our faces. "Dad I-" I was cut short by a woman and her voice made me freeze. "Joseph where were you. I've been looking all over." Her voice was a smooth as silk. 'That's who I get it from.' I thought. "Joseph I-" she stopped after seeing me standing next to dad. She covered her mouth with her hand and looked at me with teary eyes. "E..Emo." "Mommy." Yeah i might be 17 but when you die and finally see your dead parents again after 5 years of being tortured and raped by your "uncle" your allowed to say mommy. She ran and wrapped her arms around me. Dad also turned and hugged us both. We all broke down in tears. "I've missed you both so much!" I cried. "We've missed you and brother too." mom said. After we calmed down I smiled and observed my parents.
Dad had messy light brown almost hazel hair with a few blonde strands and eyes the color of milk chocolate. He also had a scruffy goatee that made him look tough. Mom had long, beautiful black hair and emerald green eyes with specks of gold and hazel. Her eyes would twinkle when she smiled. They both wore all white.
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Teen FictionThis story is about a group of people who were given the task to represent the main human emotions. Read about their past and the struggles they face. Especially since they can die but don't stay dead.
