Author's note:

Heyy people, so this is my first divergent fanfiction! Whoop! Whoop!

It is based on the song terrible things by Mayday Parade so check that out :) also this story is sad so please don't read if you don't like a non- happy ending!

Without futher a do, i give you...

Terrible Things

Chapter 1- My Mother

We stood over her grave, like we did every year on the 12th of December, the anniversary of her death. It had been 15 years since she passed away. The tears began to pour, spilling over our lids and tumbling down our cheeks onto the frosty white snow that crunched under our feet. He knelt beside her grave and sobbed into his hands, trying to hide his tear stricken face. I crouched beside him wrapping my arms tightly round him.

This was the only time my dad showed any emotion, when we visited her grave, other than those rare moments he was like a brick wall, hard to break. I respected him for it but also resented it.

I knew he loved me even if he never showed it, but sometimes it was hard to remind myself, especially those nights when he wouldn't even look at me. I am just like her he told me, stubborn, reckless, brave, sensitive, caring everything she was, everything he lost the day her heart stopped beating.

He had never told me how she died or anything much about her besides that she was the most beautiful women that he'd ever seen and that she loved me and him very much. But i wanted to know more! She was my mother after all...

***A WEEK LATER***

Silence.

He stared at me blankly, like he was trying to determine if I actually had said those words or was he just dreaming it. Then locked his eyes back on the chopping board and continued to cut the pepper into even slices. Ignoring me.

"DAD!" i shouted while slamming a fist into the counter top, blood was boiling like acid through my veins. How could he just blatantly ignore me? "Answer me!" this time i didn't raise my voice, I just gave him a stone cold glare. "Why don't you talk about her?"

He sighed "She used to glare at me like that" he continued chopping. He looked up and met my eyes and sighed again "I don't talk about her because it hurts...every day and ...and..." A lone tear rolled down his cheek leaving a river, he quickly swiped at it, like it disgusted him "and I miss her!" he fluttered his eyes shut and breathed in slowly and back out before he resumed his cooking.

Guilt swallowed my heart and my chest tightened, I lowered my eyes to the floor unable to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to know her but I will never get that chance. I shouldn't"

"Don't be, you have a right to know about her, she was... I mean is your mother and you should know, she would have wanted that." He interrupted, then his strong arms enveloped me in a loving embrace something I hadn't experienced since I was young.

He lend me to the couch and took another deep breathe then said "Now son, I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things."

Thanks for reading, please review! Next chapter is already up so read on my friends - Leigh xx