And It All Came Crashing Down...

Chapter 2:

The sun was blazing in my eyes as I pulled the covers over my head. My eyes were puffy and my head killed, probably from crying so much. It has been two months and I have barely came out of my room.

My mother has been trying to get me to talk, to eat, to do something, anything, but I coudn't, all I could do is sleep and dream of all the days I had with him.

There were the best days, they weren't really dreams more memories. Every day before the sick days. I always thought that time healed but everyday it got harder and harder. The whole in my chest got bigger and bigger.

I hoped that maybe just maybe it would get better, that everything that was taken away could be brought back. I knew that nothing in this world could bring my dad back but I always hoped. I hoped that I would walk out of my room and he would be there bringing me into a hug and telling me that everything is going to be okay. I knew deep down that that was never going to happen but I really wish it would

.

I used to think everything happened for a reason, that no matter happened that it had a reason. Now not so much, nothing makes sense anymore. Other then spending half my time thinking of memories about my dad, I spent it think about why. Why would they take away my dad, why would they do this to me, it wasn't fair.

"Honey please come out and eat something." My mother said while knocking on my door.

"I'm not hungry." I replied annoyed. This is the third time she's asked today and it's 12:00.

"You have to come out sometime honey, we're all sad, we can get though this together." She whimpered.

"Mom in a minute" I lied, I don't plan on coming out of this bedroom anytime soon.

My mind wondered and went to my dad, as always.

The funeral was the first thing that came to my mind and that was the one day that my dad was remembered  in a good way. It felt great talking about dad in a way that made everyone see how much of a fantastic dad he was.

Once I got up to start my speech I was kinda nervous at first but once I started talking it was an really amazing feeling.

When I got up my first instinct was just to talk, I couldn't really do anything else.

" Hi everyone, my name's Bella, I'm here to talk about my dad. I can remember all of my dad's silly traditions. He made french fries on Christmas, took me to Jacob's ice cream store on report card days, made pizza on Fridays and so many other things. I will miss him not being there for our traditions but I know he will always be with us. I  can remember him and I watching a movie with him once and he made us popcorn and got candy and it was just me and him. It was one of my favorite memories. I'm going to miss him more then you know and I hope that all of you can see how hard this is for me. He was my world and everything in it, he was here for me and always looked out for me and today is the day I have to say goodbye, thank you"

It felt good to talk about my dad in that way and of course I got lots of sympathy of relatives I haven't seen since I was four.

I really thought that the funeral was going to help me move past this but it only helped for 5 minutes. Before I knew it I just felt exactly the same, like that there was no point to any of this and that my room was the only place in the world that I felt safe. I know I'll need to come out of my bedroom sooner or later but I'm not sure that I'm ready to face the world yet.

It has only been 2 months and the pain is just building up inside of me. I feel like I'm in my own little world and everything that has happened me I can forget about, or at least try.

My mom needs me and in a lot of ways I need her. I feel maybe just a hug from her could take some of the heart wrenching pain away.

I knew I needed to come out of my room and just don't think I could really do it.

Before I knew it I was drifting of into sweet memories of my dad.

"Bella, We need to get out of here."

"Dad what are you doing here?"

"No time for this, we need to go."

"Where dad?"

"Come on, just follow me."

"Dad, how are you here, your dead."

"I need to show you something"

Before I could say anything we were in a park it was night time and there was a young boy crying on a park bench.

"Who is that?"

"His name is Johnny"

"Why is he crying?"

"His mother just kicked him out, he's your age and now he has no one and no where to go"

"Why did you take me here dad?"

"Because you need to know that your not the only one who has issues, you still have someone and a place to go. You can't keep taking it for granted"

"You were my life dad"

"You have to move on, I love you and nothing in this world can change that. I need to go but promise me you'll stop taking what you have for granted."

"I promise dad, I love you"

With that he was gone.

I woke up crying and sad but somehow that dream changed things.

My dad was right I needed to stop taking everything I have for granted it doesn't change the fact that he is gone but I know this the one step I need to take.

I got up and opened my door running straight for my mom's room, waking up and embracing her in huge hug.

A\N

Sorry I took soooo long!! I'll make it up too you promise!!! I'm really sorry. Anyways hope you liked the chapter goodnight everyone!!