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Memories
"I am sorry, I did not mean to frighten you." I saw a figure standing just beyond where the light reached. I stepped closer and narrowed my eyes.
"Who .... are you?" I asked, stopping where I stood. "I am Sir Marcus Bishop, your father's advisor." The man said as he stepped out of the shadows.
My eyes widened and I took another step forward. "You knew... my father?" He scoffed and looked towards the ground, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Yes, very well in fact. I helped him make all of his decisions concerning his duties as our ruler. His great power was partly contributed to me."
I moved so that I was now face-to-face to the man. He was quite taller than me but still very thin. His cheeks were a bit sunken as a sign of older age.
His eyes had long lost their sparkle and were now dark and calm. His attire was a nice suit, much like what the other men were wearing. I found it odd that I had not seen him before.
He slowly walked past me, towards the painting. I followed him with my eyes and stayed behind him to his right.
I stood a foot behind him and glanced over his shoulder. "And this object of you admiration, Dahlia..... was your father, Anthony Rosenburg."
I stared up at the painting with wide eyes. I could not believe that I did not notice the resemblence before.
I felt my eyes tear up as he began to speak again. "He was a great man. Truly ahead of his time. He always watched over our people." He sighed and looked at the ground.
"But, I never knew anything about this. True, I rarely saw him. He was always gone on business trips when I was younger. And when he was at home, I only saw him a few times at night.
He was never around during the day. So that explains it. How could I have been so stupid?" I put my hands over my eyes and wept.
Marcus pulled me close to him and put his arm around my shoulder. "I am very sorry for your loss my dear. Though you did not suffer alone."
I lost my father when I was a young girl, at about the age of eleven. I remember sitting at home one night about to go to dinner. My mother recieved a phone call from the police.
They said that my father had been found somewhere along the shoreline. They said he was at the local emergency room and that we should get there as soon as possible.
Mother rushed us to his room. Apparently he had been severely beaten and stabbed, then left for dead. I ran to him and grabbed his hand.
"Father! Father, I'm here! It's me, Dahlia." I held his hand tighter. "Dahlia, my dear... come here." He pulled me up in a weakend hug.
I cried onto his chest as he spoke. "Remember, I will always love you.... Never forget that and always trust in your heart....."
He faded away. All of my emotion lost control then. I cried until I was pulled away. My mother held me in her arms and cried with me. After that, I went into a state of depression.
a/n: Thanx for reading!! Please review! Next chapter will be up soon....... maybe. Sorry for the delay on this one..... my modem got fried. N-e way ... bye!
Memories
"I am sorry, I did not mean to frighten you." I saw a figure standing just beyond where the light reached. I stepped closer and narrowed my eyes.
"Who .... are you?" I asked, stopping where I stood. "I am Sir Marcus Bishop, your father's advisor." The man said as he stepped out of the shadows.
My eyes widened and I took another step forward. "You knew... my father?" He scoffed and looked towards the ground, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Yes, very well in fact. I helped him make all of his decisions concerning his duties as our ruler. His great power was partly contributed to me."
I moved so that I was now face-to-face to the man. He was quite taller than me but still very thin. His cheeks were a bit sunken as a sign of older age.
His eyes had long lost their sparkle and were now dark and calm. His attire was a nice suit, much like what the other men were wearing. I found it odd that I had not seen him before.
He slowly walked past me, towards the painting. I followed him with my eyes and stayed behind him to his right.
I stood a foot behind him and glanced over his shoulder. "And this object of you admiration, Dahlia..... was your father, Anthony Rosenburg."
I stared up at the painting with wide eyes. I could not believe that I did not notice the resemblence before.
I felt my eyes tear up as he began to speak again. "He was a great man. Truly ahead of his time. He always watched over our people." He sighed and looked at the ground.
"But, I never knew anything about this. True, I rarely saw him. He was always gone on business trips when I was younger. And when he was at home, I only saw him a few times at night.
He was never around during the day. So that explains it. How could I have been so stupid?" I put my hands over my eyes and wept.
Marcus pulled me close to him and put his arm around my shoulder. "I am very sorry for your loss my dear. Though you did not suffer alone."
I lost my father when I was a young girl, at about the age of eleven. I remember sitting at home one night about to go to dinner. My mother recieved a phone call from the police.
They said that my father had been found somewhere along the shoreline. They said he was at the local emergency room and that we should get there as soon as possible.
Mother rushed us to his room. Apparently he had been severely beaten and stabbed, then left for dead. I ran to him and grabbed his hand.
"Father! Father, I'm here! It's me, Dahlia." I held his hand tighter. "Dahlia, my dear... come here." He pulled me up in a weakend hug.
I cried onto his chest as he spoke. "Remember, I will always love you.... Never forget that and always trust in your heart....."
He faded away. All of my emotion lost control then. I cried until I was pulled away. My mother held me in her arms and cried with me. After that, I went into a state of depression.
a/n: Thanx for reading!! Please review! Next chapter will be up soon....... maybe. Sorry for the delay on this one..... my modem got fried. N-e way ... bye!