Killed by words

My father's death

My mum drove me to school this time as she was already late to her job. She worked as a shop cashier. She wasn't doing so well as she had many late strikes, so we already knew that she was bound to get fired for the 5th time in the past 2 months.

She used to have a stable job back before my father died. I don't know much about the accident as it happened many years ago, when I was only 4 and my brother was 9.

I remember my mum coming home with soaked hair and face from the rain outside that blended in with her tears. She didn't say a word. She just walked into her room as the water on her clothes dripped onto the floor. She threw her stuff onto the landing before closing her door locked. She didn't open it for days to the point that my brother had to ring up my mother's parents the next day. They were the ones who told us about the devestating news about what happened to my father as my mum couldn't take the pain. My brother held my hand tight as we knew something was truly wrong.

"Where's dad?" Charli said, still smiling as he had a little hope that everything was going to be alright.

My grandparents gave us a hug before opening their mouths.

"H-h- he's gone in a magical place called heaven" my grandad said, not looking at us in the eyes.

I felt many emotions that day such as anger, wondering why God letting this happen to a dad, to my dad. I was a wreck. I collapsed onto my grandmother's lap as I screamed and shouted ordering them to tell me this is all a lie. It's just a nightmare, it's just a nightmare, I repeated over and over. My grandad had to strain me down as I was kicking to much to the point that I could of seriously injured myself, or someone else. My brother seemed to of took this more well than I did. Not saying he wasn't upset about it. Infact he cried for days, he cried for months. I mean, we all did.

On the 5th day my mother finally opened her door letting us in to give us a big hug. I can't remember what she said but I can sure remember the stench that radiated into the air creating the room to smell of garbage. You could tell that she didn't take care of her self and that my father's death effected her badly. It took my mum about a 3 years to get out of her depressing mindset and ever since then she lost everything. She lost her husband, her job and the sweet loving personality she once had that turned a bitter, sour one.

She no longer smiled at things things that she once enjoyed. She no longer laughed at the silly jokes that were make at the dinner table. She just seemed not their. Not present.

This story does get more spoicyy just hang in there and keep reading :))