Chapter One

"Mum, when is daddy coming home?" I whined for what had to be the hundredth time in three hours.

"I don't know, he should have been here by now." My mother stated from in the kitchen.

"Then where is he?" I almost yelled.

"Samantha keep your voice down, you're going to wake up your brother."

"Sorry." I stated as I turned off the TV; there is nothing worth watching.

I guess I'll just have to stare at the wall.

"Samantha could you answer the phone?" My mother stated from the kitchen a few minutes later.

That's odd, I didn't even realize that the phone was ringing. I got up from the carpet and walked out into the hallway where the phone was located; I don't know why my parents decided to hang the phone to the wall--

"Please!"

I grabbed the phone and held it to my ear, "Hello?"

"Hello Sammie Child."

"Daddy!"

"Yes, it's me."

"You're late, when are you coming home?" I demanded.

"I know, I'm sorry Sammie Child; will you forgive me?"

"Maybe, if you come home quick." I replied; I already forgave him.

"I'll try my best. Don't start without me," My daddy laughed; he knows that he's forgiven.

"Where are you?"

"I'm about twenty minutes away from the house."

"Are you alright?" I asked, "You sound funny."

He laughed, "Of course, I'm strong."

"Alright, see you soon," I giggled happily.

"Indeed."

I hung up the phone and skipped up to my room; my room is located on the third floor. My parent's room is located on the second floor across from my baby brother's room; Christopher is only a year and nine months old.

Once in my room I walked over to my wardrobe--the wardrobe that me and my daddy built together two years ago--I grabbed a pair of olive green shorts that reached my knees and grabbed a black tank top with red hearts all over the bottom.

I'm not changing because my daddy is here; I'm just changing because I'm still in my Moe pyjamas. I didn't even realize that I was still in them until after I hung up the phone; silly I know.

I placed my clothes on the bed and walked over to my bedroom door; after shutting it I took off my pyjamas and walked to the bed. I put on my tank top first, and then wore my shorts. I wonder when my breasts will grow bigger.

I walked over to my computer desk and went on Google; I typed in violins and opened up a site that sold used violins; for used violins they sure are expensive. I love how the violin, the flute, and the piano sounds; sooner or later I will have them. Still, the violin is the greatest instrument in the whole entire world; and it's not just because my daddy plays it.

With a sigh I turned off my computer and walked out of my room. Now what am I going to do? I walked down the stairs to the second floor and pushed my brother's half open door.

I walked into his room and walked over to his dark blue crib, when I got closer to his crib I heard him cooing; he's so cute when he is sleeping--that doesn't mean that he isn't cute when he is awake.

Christopher stretched his cubby arms over his head and blinked his eyes open; when he saw me he smiled, I smiled back.

"Up. Up."

I laughed and picked him out of his crib, "How are you today Chris?"

Christopher just giggled and snuggled into my arms.

"Hey, you just woke up don't go to sleep again." I laughed.

I gently laid him on his barney blanket on the floor and sat down beside him.

"Eh. Eh."

I made funny faces at him and he clapped his hands together and started to giggle.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I poop!" He giggled.

"Eww. That's nasty." I shrugged and carried him over to his changing table.

"Let's get your bumbum clean," I stated as I locked the safety belt around his belly.

"Bumbum!"

"Yes, your bumbum." I smiled.

I pulled off his pants and undid his diaper; for a baby he sure did poop a lot. I pulled the diaper from under him and placed it aside before grabbing a baby wipe and started cleaning his bottom; I hope I don't dirty my hands.

After cleaning him up I placed a new diaper under him and powdered his bottom before locking the diaper close. I put on his pants and started tickling him; he started to laugh.

"OH MY GOD!" I heard my mother yell from downstairs.

I've heard my mother yell before; but I've never heard my mother say 'oh my God'. I unlocked my brother from the changing table and carried him back to his crib; I placed him in it and stated, "I'll be right back."

I rolled up the dirty diaper and took it with me downstairs; when I reached the bottom I saw my mother staring at the phone in the middle of the hallway.

"What's wrong mum?" I asked as I walked over to her.

She turned to me with a serious expression on her face; she looked pale.

"Mum?"

"Put on some shoes and get in the car."

"Why?"

"Your dad is in the hospital!"

"What?" I couldn't believe my ears; what is he doing in the hospital?

"He is in the hospital don't waste time and wait in the car."

I dropped the diaper I was holding; I thought that he was visiting someone, I didn't know that he's the one who's hurt.

I nodded slowly and walked out to the front of the house and slipped on chequered vans.

I unlocked the door and walked out of the house and went over to my mother's car; I opened the door and sat in the back seat; I should have known that he wasn't normal by the way he spoke, please let him be all right.

Six minutes later my mother walked down the walkway with Christopher in her arms. I opened the door to Christopher's baby seat and she buckled him into his seat without a word.

She shut the door and entered the driver's seat, after turning on the car she pulled out of the driveway and onto the street.

Three minutes into the drive Christopher started fidgeting; I turn to him and handed him over one of his toys. We keep a few toys in the car just in case Christopher gets bored.

Fifteen minutes later my mother drove into the hospital's parking lot; the moment she parked my body tensed up.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car, two minutes later my mother got Christopher out of the car and I closed the door for her; she smiled weakly at me before she started walking to the hospital doors.

I gulped and followed behind her; I don't want to be here, I shouldn't have to be here.

My mother walked over to the reception desk and stated, "I'm here to see Paulo Camelleri."

"Just a second miss."

The nurse turned around and went to a phone; she called someone and spoke for a minute before hanging up and turning to us.

"A doctor will be with you in a moment."

"I don't need a doctor I need to see my--"

"Mrs Camelleri?"

My mother turned around and so did I; it was a man in a white jacket--the doctor of course.

"Hello, I'm Dr Christopher Jerrod. May I speak to you alone?" The doctor stated looking at my mother.

She nodded and handed Christopher to me before walking away with the doctor. I arms started to shake and I sighed before sitting down on a chair; my arms shake when I'm super nervous.

Four minutes later my mother walked up to me and took Christopher out of my arms, "What's wrong with daddy, mum?"

She shook her head and replied, "He'll tell you himself in a few minutes after he sees Christopher."

I nodded dumbly; why does daddy want to see Christopher before me? I watched my mother walk away down a hallway until she disappeared around a corner. I want to go home.

As I waited for my mother to return my head started spinning and I felt like I was going to hurl at any moment.

Three minutes later my mother sat down beside me and mumbled, "Go to room 102."

I nodded and stood up. After sighing I walked down the hallway and retraced my mother's steps. After two minutes I stood in front of the room 202.

I pushed open the door and walked into the room to see my daddy in a bed hooked onto a machine.

"Sammie Child."

A shiver went down my spine and I walked up to my daddy's side.

"Daddy, what happened?"

"I'm so sorry," My daddy replied.

"Don't be, you'll get better." I stated, "The doctors will fix you."

He frowned and shook his head slowly, "Please don't get your hopes up Sammie."

"What happened?" I questioned peering down at my daddy's pale face.

"My lungs gave out and I collapsed in the middle of the street and--"

"And what?" I stated as tears slowly dropped from my eyes.

"A car hit me," My daddy replied, "Oh Sammie Child don't cry."

A car hit him! Why on earth did his lungs give out?

"How did your lungs give out?" I questioned, "You quit smoking three years ago."

He shook his head, "I snuck them when I was alone."

I stared at my daddy in shock; he lied to me? That is so unlike him. He started to cough and I jumped when I saw red liquid come out of his mouth; please tell me that it's not blood.

I walked over to find the button to call the doctors when my daddy stated, "Don't, come here."

I walked over to him and stated, "I'm going to call--"

"There's a case under this bed that I want you to get." My daddy mumbled cutting me off.

I bent down and pulled out the case from under the bed. I heard my daddy softly say, "Happy birthday Sammie Child."

"Daddy?"

A minute went by and I got no response. Oh no! I stood up and looked down at him and started to shake him by his shoulders; he didn't move or say anything.

I screamed and collapsed on my daddy's body sobbing; he's not dead, he can't be I'm only twelve.

A new story I know; I just couldn't help but write it after listening to the song Spring Nicht by Tokio Hotel.
This story; might be get updated slowly.

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