We are here, it's happening.
"Dad was tough, a brave solider, a great husband, a great son, a great brother, and especially a great dad. Least we forget". I got down from the stand. People crying, Jackson looking down the whole time. "Hi, uh, Jackson sorry I yelled at you". He looked up at me. "I know, but you got thinking, what if I could have prevented this?".
I looked to the side, at dads coffin. "I don't think he wanted you to help him, we may have not won if you didn't kill the Sargent". He turned my chin towards him. "Don't look at the coffin, he doesn't like how he looks". I cry. "I wouldn't either".[After the funeral]
Mum comes up to my room. "Hi hunny, you ok?" I nod. She walks over and hugs me. "I just want everything to be normal".(To be finished)
YOU ARE READING
She's here, but not there.
Teen FictionIt's about a teenager going through Bipolar.