I do not Own My Candy Love

I do own the poem and the piece of the song

Sorry if this offends

I decided to skip the poll

Warning: Very sad chapter

Chapter 4: Goodbye

I was right. Dad was shot. Everyone at the table came after me. The teachers told me it was just my imagination. They were wrong. While everyone was in the student council room trying to calm me down there was a phone call. So I was right.

Nothing felt real. Dad was in a comma, the guy got away, and now I was the weirdo.

My dad came out of the comma for a minute. He saw me and told me he'd take my secret to his grave, he told me he knew he would die. I knew it too. We were asked to leave the room so they could put life support back on. Andy was hysterical.

"What secret? How'd you know? Who did it?" the questions rolled through his mouth as the large group waited in the waiting room.

"Stop!" I screamed, tears rolled down my face as I lost it.

"I'm diffrent, OK! Leave me alone!"

We were called back into the room. The nurse stopped us.

"He's only hanging on for you, you know." she said to me.
"He just revised his will."

I went into the room alone. He was pale as he smiled to me. It was killing me. The strongest person I know was here dieing before me.

"Daddy," I started. I felt numb and waited for a long time before finishing.

"It's ok... I can do it...It's time…"My words trailed off, tears streaming down my face.

"It's time to let go." I finished with a choking sob.

He looked at me, then Andy, and said four words:

"I love you, goodbye." He laid down and his heart stopped beating. doctors rushed in.

"STOP!" I screamed. I turned and gently pulled the sheet over his head.

I didn't go to school for a week. The funeral was held that Sunday. After it I felt like dieing. When I was forced to go back to school I was thin. Skin and bones thin. I couldn't eat, sleep or run. I didn't have the energy. I would walk from class to class and pass a memorial for him in the courtyard everyday. After school I visited his grave. It said:

HERE LIES

ALEXANDER JAMES ANDERSON

1979 - 2014

A poem was underneath:

THE STARS COME OUT,

WHEN THE MOON STAYS IN,

WHILE THE SUN GOES DOWN,

IN THE HORIZON.

My dad wrote that poem. He would of liked to see it somewhere. Not on his gravestone though. Rosalya tried to take me shopping. All I wore was black. All I did was sit. I put no effort in my work, just wrote down what needed to be. I skipped lunch, I just sat in the garden. I ignored Jade as he tended to the garden and he left me alone.

I forgot about my mystery man. I even forgot how to live. How to dream. I wanted to die.

When I finished exams I cleaned out my locker. I found a notebook. My song book. I opened it and wrote:

I don't know who I am,

Or how I got here.

Why I stay,

Why I hold on.

You were strong,

I wasn't ever.

Now your gone

And I remember

"Hi." I looked up to see Lysander.

"Hi." I mumbled back.

"Summer vacation, huh?" he asked. I didn't feel like talking. I got up and continued cleaning. We were both silent until I closed my locker. He tried to speak but I was too fast. I left him and the school behind.

When I got home I went t my room. I sat me stuff down and grabbed my notebook and wrote.I wrote until I couldn't anymore. Then for the first time in forever I laid down and went to bed. I had happy dreams.