A/N - okie dokey,tell me if its to short or to long,and also tell me if i rush it. well here's chapter 2!
Part 2
As I walked up to my room crying and re-reading the letter over and over again. How? How could this happen to me? What in life have I done? He was the only one left in my life thta kept me up and running. It say's that my dad's funeral will be held tomorrow night at 8 P.M.
The next at school,everyone seemed to know about it,since it was in the newspaper,and they all were apologizing to me. Today I didn't feel like telling of Ashley,or breaking up w/ Sean,so I played along,like I didn't know what was going on between us,and invited them to the funeral that night. Ashley of course invited Paige and them,Marco invited Dylan,and Sean invited his little group. As my mother acted like she wasn't a drunken fool,I lost it. I couldn't go and cry on my mom's shoulder or Sean's ( i was still mad at him ) so I went over talked to my dad's casket,kissed it,said "love you" and left. "What was I susposed to do now? I had nothing left in life." Those were my thoughts as I took a cold,cold,cold, shower.When i got out,I saw my mother of course drinking on the couch then pass out,with a whisky bottle in her hand. I hesitated at first,then i went over took the bottle and her other full one,then I went to my room.
I thought and thought. If I drank it,then i might feel better,but I also would be like my mother. After a few minutes of debating w/ my thoughts,I took a sip. At first it tasted awful and made me cough,but after awhile I got used to it and then it tasted really good.The next I new was that I woke up with a terrible head ache and a really bad stomach ache. I looked over and saw 2 empty whisky bottles on my computer desk.
A week passed,at school nothing got better,but I still had a fake smile on,no one new how much pain I was in,on the outside you never could tell how I felt,but on the inside I was hurting with pain.