Again…this is my only disclamer….I'm a close friend to suicide and this story is going to be FULL of it…and its only going to get worse. Anyway…read at your own risk. Jaspers Lil' Darlin…This ones dedicated to you for being my first review :D
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That one sound echoed in my head as I raced to my window to see my Daddy fall off the bed of the truck. It was too dark to see anything. And even now, I'm so proud of myself for restraining myself from rushing to him. Emily was sort of main priority. I picked up the phone and called 911 and told my location and where I was, and hung up, ignoring their protests for me to stay on the line. Emily was gone. That was the best explanation I can come up with her mental status at that moment. She was running around screaming at the top of her lungs. Oddly I wondered why I didn't feel anything I was just…numb.
I already knew dad was gone but as far as I knew…she only thought he was coming after her. She was drunk. Of course. And I knew I should keep her slightly stable until help arrived. I grabbed her arm hard, knowing it would bruise. She whirled around and locked her eyes with mine; I knew the moment I let go she'd fall apart again. So…I tried my Last Resort. I lifted one hand and smacked her as hard as I could acrossed her left cheek. If her arm didn't bruise…her face definitely would. Remember how I said I hated her? Well….dad wasn't….around, for me to fake at the moment.
My eyes burned with rage as a tear slid down her cheek. "Listen bitch, pull yourself together. When my father comes back up these stairs again he's going to need a family to come home to. His life has been so FUCKED up before you and you didn't exactly help. Like I said, he needs to see his family not his seventeen year old daughter glaring down his wife for being a fucking coward. Now you can either pull yourself together or you can go cringe in that corner over there and be the cowardly bitch you are."
Guess who pulled herself together?
When I saw the lights of the sheriffs' car I walked outside and stood in front of Dads famous red truck. I was still pissed because of Emily that when the sheriff walked up to me and asked me "Who the hell are you" and nodded at HER. Naturally I responded with humility, dignity, grief, and of course respect.
"Isabella Swan who the fuck do you THINK I am? You however look like you spend too much time at the Dunkin Donughts and sitting on your ass watching TV. In all honesty I'm not sure how your scrawny little car can hold you up. Oh I guess I forgot to ask…who the hell are YOU?"
"Just call me Frank if that's ok."
Only after several hysterics attacks from Emily and one major fight with "Frank" (A/N trust me you don't want to know the details on that one….however I did mention a couple times that I was surprised he could find his peanut of a penis in all the rolls of fat.) He finally told us dad was dead. And I trudged up the stairs to call Renee to tell her what happened. She arrived two days later to take me home. I sang two songs at his funeral "All in all" and "Go rest high on that mountain" because my dad was once and always a mountain man…
January first 2010 I decided to keep my promise to my Lover. I had tried to turn to Edward for comfort, he wouldn't even talk to me. And Christine…I just didn't want her to know just how fucked up I was. All I had was Elena, practically my sister…blood sisters actually. We both cut our arms and pressed the wounds against each other so I would always have a piece of Elena inside of me.
Either way…I figured enough was enough, and it was time. My lover bit into my arm and I smiled with glee knowing it was almost over. It occurred to me that I hadn't written a note…whatever I didn't really care. My Lover bit again trailing a trail of crimson tears from my wrist to my elbow. My blood flowed like a river from my right arm. With a rough laugh my Lover bit into my left arm and followed the same path. My strength failed and I curled my legs and held my arms above my head, and rested them on the ground. I had planned this. Knowing my blood would flow into a wing like shape…
Taking a breath I softly sang as my strength ebbed further "Hush now daddy don't you cry, the Devil's gonna join us here tonight…"
Finally my eyes drifted closed and I thought I heard Dad calling me…. I smiled at the sound. I wondered if they—whoever found me—Would call me by name
Daddies Fallen Angel…
(I said this was true and it is but I figured to let you know that since I'm TELLING you this story….obviously I'm not dead.)
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