This is a story I thought of...its a one shot...

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except for Kathy and my other OC's

It's been 14 years. 14 years since the accident that killed my father. To this day, I still think he will walk through the door, duffel in hand and hug me, but he wont. I know in my heart that he wont. It had been awful seeing him in the state that he was in, I knew right then that he was gonna die.

His last words to me were, "Kathy, I love you so much. Take care of your mother; she's gonna need you during this time." Then, God took him to heaven. I cried in my mother's arms, screaming for him to come back, but he couldn't hear me. The medical staff had to take me out of the room. I didn't want him to die. I didn't want him to go through that accident. I wanted to be at home, with my family, together.

News traveled about the accident, and people at school made fun of me. They told me that I was the reason he died. But I knew I wasn't. I'm not the one who made the ladder break, and I'm not the one who broke my father's neck. I didn't cause this.

So, my mother thought it would be a good idea if we moved. I made new friends and no one seemed to recognize me from the tabloids. Or if they did, they were probably whispering about me behind my back. That got me depressed thinking about it.

Now here it was 14 years later and I still miss him, I'm in the 11th grade now, making something out of myself. I was gonna be a writer for a journalism company. I have already written for them twice. Both stories were about this depressed girl who wanted nothing more than to see her father again. That girl was me.

It was my 17th birthday, and as I do every year, I went to my father's resting place, where he was buried. I never speak to the grave; I just put flowers down and walk away. But this time was different. This time I saw a bracelet resting on his grave. I picked it up and examined it. It was a gold charm bracelet with little heart shaped lockets attached. I opened all of them and gasped. All of them were of me and my father.

I picked up the card and read it out loud to myself. "Katherine, I know what you are thinking. I am dead. But I had to get this to you somehow. I love you kitten, and I will always be with you. Love, Daddy."

I put the bracelet on and cried again. I felt a warmth spread over me just then. I looked up and there was a mysterious figure holding me. It looked a lot like my dad. He was wearing the same clothes he was buried in. He had a small smile on his face, and I couldn't help but smile back. He kissed me on the forehead and disappeared. Leaving me to wonder what he was doing right now, and if he was happy. That's all I wanted at this point.

For him to be happy.

I looked back at the gravestone and ran my hands over the inscription:

Jeff Hardy

August 31, 1978-September 3rd 2001

I thank you for reading this. And if youre wondering by the date, no he didnt get killed in 9/11. That would be wrong :)

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