I was sitting in my room thinking about what my father said before he died.
(Flashback)
A three-year-old version of me was running around the house looking for her father. After running around the whole house I finally found him in the library.
"Daddy," I yelled as I jumped into his lap.
"What is it angel," my father asked in a concerned voice?
"I had a nightmare," I whispered up to him.
"What was it about," he asked in a calm voice?
"In my nightmare you were dead," I cried as I snuggled closer.
"Don't worry angel im not dead," my father said with a little laugh.
After he said this, I started to laugh. While I was laughing, I didn't hear the phone ring. I looked at my father and saw him talking to someone on the phone, so I decided to leave. I was about to leave the room when I heard daddy yelling at the person on the phone.
"Daddy why are you yelling," I asked in a quiet voice.
"No reason angel just go to your room and lock the door," my father said with a hint of fear.
Hearing the hint of fear in my fathers voice I quickly went up to my room and did as I was told. It was about ten minutes after I came to my room that I started to hear noises coming from the library. I was wondering what the noises were when the house became eerily silent. When it got quiet, my curiosity took over as I slowly opened my door and ran to the library. I got to the library in a heartbeat and started to look for my father, but stopped when I found his bleeding body near the window.
"Daddy why are you bleeding," I asked in a whisper.
" Don't worry about that angel just promise me you will be careful on your sixteenth birthday," he said to me in a hoarse voice.
"Ok daddy I promise," I answered.
After he heard me say, I promised he stopped breathing. Even though I was only three I knew he was dead and was never coming back.
(end flashback)
I was wondering what he meant when I looked at my calendar and saw that my sixteenth birthday was tomorrow. As I laid down to go to bed I was still thinking of my dad.