He is gone

Chapter 1

"Dad, you can't go in there!" I cried as I held my dads arm keeping him from going into the burning house.

" I have to, I can't let them die." He said to me but before he ran off I told him

" Promise me you will come back. I need my father." I yelled to him before he went. He turned around and smiled to me before he went in. The house was unstable and about to cave in on itself.

It has been almost three minutes since my he went in there! He should be out by now the house is going to collapse! I thought as I watched the house burn to the ground.

You could hear the sirens from the police cars and ambulance but all I could think about was my dad and how he needs to get out. The door was kicked down from the inside and the family came out. They were a family of three.

You could see them walk out but the fourth person that was in there never came out. I ran over to the family and asked them where he was.

"The bookshelf fell on him and he told us to get out. He never got out from under it." The mom said with no sincereness, but with a bitter tone like he did something wrong. What I did next made everyone stare and wonder why I did it. I yelled at the family.

"You didn't think to help him! He helped you and you didn't think of him! He has a family that will be wondering where he is and you don't think of anyone else but yourself!" What I said made a lot of heads turn to see what the commotion was. Their was a loud crack. I turned my head to see that the house fell.

The ash flew up and there was smoke all around us. I fell to the ground and started to cry. The realization that my dad was gone hit me like a rock.

He was gone. For good. I didn't know what to do. I thought of running to find him, or maybe to find my mom, but the thing that stuck in my head was that I lost the person that meant the most to me, my dad.

The next few weeks were the hardest. Each day I couldn't sleep,eat, or do my school work. Then came his funeral. It was the worst thing ever.

Just think about it your father dies and you have to go to his funeral where everyone tells you how sorry they are. They aren't even sorry. I went into the church to see a group of all my family members. I greeted them all but kept the thought in the back of my mind. The worst was yet to come.

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     While everyone was getting seated I stood up at the podium to do my speech.

" Hello, my name is Abigail but you may know me as Abby." I started my speech. " Kevin,my father, was a great man. He served as a firefighter and lost his life saving a family from a house fire." At that point I started to cry. My mom took me down from the podium and back to me seat.

The funeral went on like usual. We paid our respects and went home.