Hello, I am going to try writing this story and see where it goes. This is a story that comes up a little later in the series and will hopefully fit in quite well. Any type of review is welcome as I don't really know where I am going
I stood outside my father's door. I said I will never come back but ever since I have left he has been on my mind. Maybe he has changed. No, no one can become nice from being that evil. I don't even know what I'm doing here, what am I going to say? Ok, I have rung the doorbell. I hear him coughing; well at least he's not dead. Well actually, maybe it would just be easier if he was dead.
"Who's there?" My father asked.
"It's me." Every time he asks that I say the same reply. I step into the smoky room. It's not much of a place to live. Last time I came here was last week, and I collected the book I read out at Grantley's wedding. I wonder if I will see anything else this time.
"You're back Mikey," Only Dad calls me that. "You here to pay respect to your Father? Or do you want to apologize?"
"I'm just here." Is that the best I can come up with? I walked into his kitchen and ran my fingers along his dusty counters. His nurse should be starting next week, she will clean this place.
"Do you want something to drink?" I was sort of thirsty but I just wanted to get away and out quite quickly. This was a mistake.
"No, just checking your alright. Well, bye." I started to walk out when my father started coughing. I give one last look behind me at him. Why is it so hard to talk to my own father? I could be a good son and move in with him and look after him. That would be the perfect live, but he ruined that years ago.
"Mikey, wait!" He managed to spit out between his coughing. Shall I go? I will properly just come back tomorrow to see what he wanted. No, I will stay.
"I don't want to live this way. Please Mickey, help me! End me, let me end!" Ok, this was defiantly a mistake. Just leave. Shut the door. I rubbed my hand through my hair as I always do when I'm stressed. Did he just ask me to kill him? I always said I would if I could. No, what will it do to me? Prison properly. I will think about it tomorrow but now I need to sleep.