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A/N: My first fanfic- be gentle! Song is Someone's Watching over Me by Hilary Duff

Someone's Watching over You

Andy's POV

When I'm alone in my apartment, I find myself feeling ashamed of my father. He always says he's going to stop drinking and he always continues to drink. I wish I could have a normal father, a father who I can depend on, a father who honours his commitments and never blows off lunch with his daughter for a date with pills and alcohol.

All the same, I love my father. It's not his fault; it's my mother's fault. When she left us 14 years ago, my father began his descent from being a great cop and even better father to an abandoned, unconscious man. Every time he says he's staying sober, I want to believe him. Although my head tells me that it's never going to happen, my heart dares me to hope.

Last night I was supposed to have dinner with my father. Instead, I found him passed out on the kitchen floor of his apartment. That night was a whirlwind. There are only a few moments that I remember clearly: my father lifeless on the floor, riding in the ambulance, the doctor telling me that my father was dead and Sam holding me while I cried into his chest, the shame I had felt before washed away in tears.

I don't remember calling 911. I don't remember how I got home from the hospital. I don't remember Sam coming or leaving; only the soothing words he whispered into my ear and his hand rubbing up and down my back. The last thing that I do remember is searching for a birthday card my mother and father gave me before she left us. It helped me feel close to my father, the real him, not the drunk he turned into. I fell asleep with it in my hand.

Now it's morning and all my tears are gone. I think I've cried the last droplets out. I don't think I'll ever be able to cry again. I feel slightly numb and want to stay in my bed forever, holding that birthday card.

Finally I get up, needing to use the bathroom. I look at the clock. It's only 9 a.m. I feel as if I've been lying awake for much longer. Right now, I'd be happy to climb back into bed and die in my sleep, numb, just like my father. Then I see something on my bedside table: an envelope and underneath it a CD. I read the letter first.

Andy,

I am truly sorry for the passing of your father. It shouldn't have happened like that. I know that you loved him very much. I also know what it's like to lose somebody close to you. First you feel terrible and cry, and then you feel numb. I just want you to know that if you ever need someone to talk to or to hold you while you cry, I'll be there for you. This song is something that helped me through a rough time. I hope it helps you too. Feel better, Andy, and please call if you need anything.

Sam

I take the CD out of its case with shaky hands and put it into my stereo. I press play and sit on the edge of my bed. The chorus of the song makes my heart beat faster and the tears that I thought I had lost fall. It also brings a small smile to my face.

I won't give up and I won't break down

Sooner than it seems life turns around

And I will be strong even if it all goes wrong

When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe

Someone's watching over me

I look up towards the ceiling as if I am looking towards my father. I know there will be more tears and that my grief is far from over, but I also know that like the song says, I can't give up.

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