"It's your father..." He stated with a miserable expression on his face. As soon as those words penetrated my ears my heart started skipping beats, and I knew what was coming. "He's dead."
"NO." I whispered in disbelief. I stood there paralyzed. The water from my hair and clothing slowly began to drip on the floor, and the cold was finally starting to settle in on my body, but I didn't care. I couldn't think or feel. "How?" I asked still a little skeptical.
"A few hours ago, he had a heart attack. They just took him to the morgue. I'm so sorry." Roger apologized.
"Please, can I be left alone?" I begged. He then carefully left the apartment, and I ran to Papa's room still partly believing he'd be there. As I burst into his room and saw only his untouched bed, and the wind, from the open window, breathing through the curtains, reality set in and I found myself scared more than ever. I propped myself on his bed and began to cry, and pray, hoping none of this was true. I felt lost, and all I could do was cry. The day passed and it soon became night. From time to time neighbors would knock on the door, but I wouldn't answer. I was too paralyzed to answer or even move. I stayed in that room, on that bed, the next day, and didn't move. I couldn't eat or sleep, and everything started becoming a blur. By the time it was night the following day, I had barely mustered up enough courage to stand up. I saw our book sitting perfectly on his nightstand and I reached for it, and kept it nestled in my arms. I then slowly made my way to my room that night, and I laid there all curled up and I thought about what was going to happen next, and the fact that I didn't know terrified me. Suddenly a tap on my window startled me. I immediately walked over to see who it was, and saw Spot standing there. I then cracked open the window and let Spot in. Then returned to my bed and sat miserably silent.
"Candi I'se jist heard what happened from one of youse neighbor's. I tried knocking, but you wouldn't answer." He apologized. I guess he was waiting for me to say something, but I was too weak and tired to say anything. "Candi 're youse o.k.?"
"Spot, he's gone." I replied as tears came falling from my eyes. "And I'm so scared. I don't know what to do, or where I'll stay. I can't stay here anymore." I then looked up at him scared and frightened. He then rushed over to my side and wrapped his arms around me. I felt safe and warm when he held me and found myself crying on his shoulders. The next thing I remembered was waking up the next morning warm in my bed.