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going away

Tears. tears is all that happened within the next days. I had dent showered or eaten. I promised my self that I would die their because I no longer had any one.
I was week. My mouth dry. lips cracked. By this time I was constantly in and out of contiosness. I was suddenly woke up by a loud betting noise. Their were paramedics and police rushing around the house, guns pointed out strait. A tall man ran in and screamed for the other police to come.
*lights and sirens*
They carried me out and that's all I remembered. I woke up in the hospital with the worst head ache I have ever had. I was extremely thirsty. A nurse came in and asked me how I was doing. I opened my mouth to speak and my throat made the worst noise.
The nurse looked worried and retrieved a plastic cup of water. After sipping all the water and chopping down the ice in the cup I manage to squeak out a sentence.
"Did you find my father",
an awful look came across her face.
"I'm sorry for the words I'm about to say, but yes we did find your father. We found him In ally, he shot himself."
My eyes filled with tears.
"We contacted your aunt who lives in London and as soon as your well she will take you to London with her."
"Thank you ma'am may I be alone"
"Yes'm"

I'm 18 and they always say that when your 18 you want to be independent and alone. I feel the complete opposite.