Here's another story, connected to Feeling Empty. YOU MUST READ FEELING EMPTY BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY!!!!!!! I think I've made my point clear! Treat this like another chapter.
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He's not going to go on living. His choice is to leave us, and join the ghosts he believes in. But maybe, just maybe, I can get him to stay. He was heartbroken after Mom left. I know it's a hard thing, but to be suicidal? I'm very worried. I even told Danny, but he just said Dad will be fine. I get the feeling Danny doesn't care about Dad sometimes, but I know he does. I admit, Dad can be a big goof sometimes, even a little embarrassing. He's lovable, though. I'm surprised he doesn't have that many friends. Of course, he spends all his time in the basement, blathering about ghosts. Now that I think of it, he hasn't been down there much anymore. He has been very depressed, almost to the point of insanity. We've even had to drug him, once or twice. The doctor said it was just to calm him down, and it wouldn't hurt him, as long as we kept the dosage right. It kind of hurts when we do it, but it's for his own good. Wait, where is Dad? I came upstairs to check on him, but he's gone! I walk back into the hallway, and hear Danny talking to his friends. Then I notice it-the attic stairs are unfolded. There are only two reasons I can think of Dad would go up there. Either he's reliving memories, or…I know what's happening, but I deny it. He wouldn't, would he? I find the door to the roof open. I run outside, just in time to see him topple over the edge into the alley below.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I scream, but to no avail. I run downstairs, tears blinding me. My feet pound the floor. I keep screaming mindlessly, but I now I know it's up to me to raise Danny.