Chapter 1

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by _TheUnknownWriter_

by _TheUnknownWriter_

September 26, 2012

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep. I leaned my arm over hitting the alarm clock lazily. My mom was laying next to me still asleep. I shook her and told her to get up. "What time is it?" She asked me tiredly.

"5:00am, time to get ready." I said jumping up from the bed. She walked to the bathroom and started the shower.

"I dont think dad woke up." She said to me as she stood in the bathroom.

"I'll go wake him up." I said running the short run to my parents room. I walked in and saw my dad laying down on the bed. But it looked like he had sat up and then fallen down. I walked up to him and shook him saying daddy wake up. But he didnt. I looked intently at his stomach, expecting to see the rise and fall of his stomach. But nothing. I started to panick silently inside. His eyes were open. I out my hand to his neck and didnt feel a pulse. I ran to my mom and tried to not freak her out.

"MOM! I cant get dad up. I dont think hes--" But i coudlnt bare to say the words that were on my mind. She ran to the bed room and immediatly told me to call 911.

"Hello 911 what is your emergancy." They said to calm for my liking.

"My dad! Hes not breathing!" I told them panik clear in my voice they gave me instructions and said an ambulance would be there soon.

"We have to get him on the floor" I said to my mom who was paniking. Crying. Screaming. I didnt cry though I couldnt. Not infront of my mom. I told her that dad wouldnt want us to cry, he needed us to be stronge. That everything was going to be ok. Ofcourse I wasnt sure though. I knew that my dad was gone but I still hoped that somehow, they were to bring him back. I was wrong.

When the ambulance showed up I asked my mom to leave. I couldnt be there. I slippedon pants so I didnt run down the street in my undies. Not bothering to put shoes on. It was a Wednsday. My feet punded hard on the ground as I ran as fast as I could to the house that always took care of me when things happened to my dad. I ran untill I couldnt run anymore. I had asthma and the rocks were really hurting my feet. Tears were streaming down my face. Falling to the floor. I opened the gate to their yellow house and pushed through the screen door.

I stood on the porch. Knocking on the door. Leah stood there. I began crying even more. "My dads dead!" I screamed sitting down on the chair in the kitchen. She said everything was going to be okay but I knew better. Tiffany and her drove down to my house. We had the corner house that was right by the road. They asked me to come but I couldnt. The ambulance was stiill infront of my house. I called my mom to see what was going on.

"Theyre doing CPR on him." My mom said through sobs. It was still slightly dark outside. I looked up at the stars.

"Mom we cant cry. Dad wouldnt want us to cry." I said trying to hold back my own tears.

"I know" she said still crying.

I walked home after I saw the ambulance leave the house. There were still police cars and a detectives car infront of our house. I thought they had already taken away my dads body. But again I was wrong. He was still in the same room he died.

When they finally took his body away, I saw a glimpse of the body bag. I wailed letting out the tears I had been holdong back all night fall down. Screaming at the top of my lungs. How could he be gone.! MY DAD IS DEAD! HOW! I cant live without him. I continued to cry in the arms of my dads best friends. My own friend in the arms of her mother crying for the lose of my dad. How could life turn bad so fast? Life is unpredictable. So unpredictable. So to anyone who is actually reading this. Please dont take one second for granted because the next second, everything could be over.

I remember the night before my dad passed away I walked into his room. It was my 13th birthday soon and hed promised me I could get my nose pierced. "Dont forget dad. on the 9th you take me to get my nose pierced!" I said. His back was stiff and probably in pain. He had back sugery awhile ago and ever since it always hurt him. "Yep." He said.

"Kay goodnight dad, I love you. See you in the morning." I said. Leaning down and kissing him.

"That you will. Love you to." He said. That was our thing. We said that to each other everynight.

Except then we got in a fight about me going to catalina. I was so cold to him. I didnt go back in to say goodnight to him. I yelled A simple "I love you" with a snappy tone of voice and went to bed. I would have dont things differently if I had known he was to Die the next day but, I didnt. So what can I say? Nothing. I can say nothing.