NOTE: I don't own Emotionless by Good Charlotte. I like Good Charlotte though. Anyway, I don't like this chapter as much as the first. If I have time, I'll rewrite it. Probably not though. I'm to lazy. Unless you give me inspiration. Review.

Drake and Megan sat together on a chair, staring at the blank paper that lay before them. So far, all it said was, "Dear Dad."

"I don't know what to write," Megan said desperately to her brother.

He stared off into the distance. "We can tell him through music."

Megan got it. "Okay Drake."

They spent the rest of the day, recording their voices onto a CD, playing a song by Good Charlotte. They burned it, and then mailed it.

1 week later, somewhere in New York:

A man stumbled to his mailbox through the snow. He grabbed a bunch of his letters, and hurried back to his apartment. Once inside, he yanked off his coat, snow falling to the ground. He sat in front of the fire, drying, trying to get feeling back into his hands.

He searched through the letters, finding one with a strange looking lump. He opened it. It was a CD. Snapping open the case, he put it in his CD player, then listened.

Hey dad
I'm writing to you
not to tell you, that I still hate you
just to ask you
how you feel
and how we fell apart
how this fell apart

are you happy out there in this great wide world?
do you think about your sons?
do you miss your little girl?
when you lay your head down
how do you sleep at night?
do you even wonder if we're all right?

but we're all right
we're all right

it's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
you broke my mother's heart
you broke your children for life
it's not ok,
but we're all right
I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
but those were just a long lost memory of mine
I spent so many years learning how to survive
Now, I'm writing just to let you know that I'm still alive

the days I spent so cold, so hungry
were full of hate
I was so angry
those scars run deep inside this tattooed body
there's things I'll take, to my grave
but I'm okay
I'm okayit's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
you broke my mother's heart
you broke your children for life
it's not ok,
but we're all right
I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
but those were just a long lost memory of mine
Now, I'm writing just to let you know that I'm still alive
yeah, I'm still alive

sometimes…
I forgive
yeah and this time
I'll admit
that I miss you, said I miss youit's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
you broke my mother's heart
you broke your children for life
it's not ok,
but we're all right
I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
but those were just a long lost memory of mine
Now, I'm writing just to let you know that were still alive

and sometimes
I forgive
and this time
I'll admit, that I miss you, miss you
hey dad

He turned it off, and sat staring sadly off into the distance. He opened up the envelope.

Dear Dad,

You probably won't read this. You may not even care. But we miss you Dad. Why did you leave? Don't you remember us? Don't you remember the times you spent with us? We could say so much about how much you hurt us. But it's impossible to explain it. So we burned this CD and we wrote this for you. Just hoping that you'll come back and try to make things right again.

Love,

Drake and Megan

The man sighed. He reached for his wallet, and flipped it open, at the front pictures of his new kids, Tyler and Rachel. He reached to the back. There was Drake as a baby, then him as a toddler crying about his little sister. The man folded up the letter, into a tiny square. Picked it up, slipped it into the back of his wallet. He flipped back to the front, smiling at his new kids, hiding his first kids in the back.

He closed the wallet, silencing the screams of the past. For now.

He walked over to the window, and looked out. "I'm sorry Megan. I'm sorry Drake."

THE END

well, it wasn't as good as the first one but it wasn't that bad was it? Please don't send flames. They hurt my feelings. But if you really have to, I'll just remove this story. Ok? Thank you. By the way, it's not that good because I wrote it in 10 minutes. I type 86 wpm, not any problem for me. Just hard to think. Sort of a writer's block. Thank you. Review?

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