Life of me.

Chapter 9.

A/N: I'M SO SORRY GUYS. i've been really busy this weekend. It was crazy, haha. But thank you all for the sweet messages, I really apreciate them. <3 I'll try and go back to the swing of things.

*One week later.*

Everything is weird to me, The fact that I haven't heard my own voice in a week is kind of scaring me. Everyone is kind of worried I guess, but it's not that bad. I like the silence. Everyone looks at me like i'm a ghost, like they expect me to break down any second, of any day? But that's really not the case. I'm not a nervous wreck. I'm not crazy? I'm ten and I just lost the most importaint thing in my life. What do you want me to do?

My mom came in my room this morning and kissed me on the head. I guess she heard me. I broke down last night, and cried for the first time since the funeral. I don't know what happened, I guess I just was looking at everything I had, witch wasn't much. I had his coat, his calogne, his shirt and his tie. I was looking at the picture of us on my dresser and grabed his coat and put it on. I was engourfed in his scent, and just realized how much I missed him. I picked up my phone and tried his number. After a few rings I realized what I was doing and quickly hung up... I felt really stupid and just threw my phone. I sprayed his calogne on the jacket and layed down. Wanting so much to curl up on my bed at his house. I was laying in his coat just thinking when the tears came out of nowhere, I was just so sad. I was tired of not talking, I wanted to scream. So I did. I knew I woke everyone up, but nobody did anything. They let me scream and yell as much as I needed. I guess that's just what I needed because not to long after that, I fell into a deep sleep.