I went through depression, missing my mom. But I was strong my mom would want me to be. Still living day by day with him,doing what he does best. I'm still trying to fix it..I've tried everything.
Maybe I'll just give up because its no use.
I know it can't be fixed. I just wish he didn't start. But he did and there's nothing I can do.
Coming home from school..I stood by the door knowing I'd get yelled at. I slowly walked in and he wasnt home? Oh-no I thought to myself. Where could he be?
A bar, yes! So I went and searched for him for a good 3 hours. I finally found him..yes at a bar. I took him home and made sure he was still breathing. I know he's a real jerk right now but,he's my father and I can't lose him too. He's okay..for now.
The next morning I went in his room and he was still asleep..still alive. So I went to school,came home. There he was.
He went off on me and I don't know what for.. He was telling me that my mothers death was all my fault. I dropped to the floor not crying I went deaf I couldn't hear him yelling I couldn't hear anything..
