A/N: I think it would be best if I made Coral's mom have a little sympathy, just to make it realistic like one reviewer told me. Thanks to all my reviews!

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I continued to cry, feeling as if the world had ended right here.

Suddenly, I heard a ripple from the water and something bright appeared from the sea. I gazed down and saw the most magnificent thing anyone could ever see. The waves stopped, the water grew still. The color vanished from sea green to purple. Not just plain purple, but the water sparkled itself as if it was enchanted.

I peered closer and saw my reflection in the water. But at least I thought it was me. I had blue eyes, so clear and dark it was just beautiful. My eyelids were blue as well, along with my eyelashes and hair.

I gasped and grabbed a fistful of hair trying to see if my hair was really blue. It wasn't, just plain brown like before.

I looked back at the water, and my strange reflection was gone. But instead there was my father's. He looked right at me and smiled.

I couldn't believe my eyes! My father was right there staring at me! I checked behind me trying to see if he was there, he wasn't. But then, where was the reflection coming from?

"Daddy…" I whispered. I reached my hand out toward trying to touch his face once more, but I was too far away.

His reflection faded, the purple water stopped sparkling and became once again sea green.

"No!" I screamed, "Don't go!"

But he was gone, all I could hear now was the waves rocking back and forth gently hitting the rocks.

"Come back…" I whispered. Why did my father leave? Why couldn't he have stayed a little longer?

I looked out at the horizon seeing the sun high above the clouds, seagulls flying free and eager to catch fish. The day seemed cheerful, everything seemed so happy, it was as if nothing was wrong at all.

I sighed and looked back down at the water.

I gasped. There it was! The creature who nearly drowned my sister. I saw the cold pair of eyes staring at me from the bottom of the ocean, staring straight into my eyes as if trying to tell me something.

I seemed dazed by its stare, it was terrifying and great at the same time. I leaned closer from the rocks edge, what was it trying to say? Its mouth moved as if trying to talk, but of course I couldn't hear anything.

I leaned farther and farther until I felt myself lose my balance. I screamed as I almost fell from the top of the rocks, luckily I still hadn't loosened my grip or I would have fallen.

I stared back at the water as I stood up, but it was gone. I only saw a small school of fish swim by, but that was all.

I shook my head, what did that thing want anyway?

I picked up the jar and started to head home.

As I arrived into the house, I saw mom sitting on the couch drinking a bottle of beer. I looked beside her at a table and saw already three bottles empty. Mom never drinked beer, she never went to bars late at night either.

"Mom?" I called out.

She took a long drink from the bottle and turned to me, her eyes were red. "What honey?"

"Why are you drinking?"

She sighed and rubbed her eyes, "Because there's nothing else to do."

"But you've never drinked before."

"Ssstop asking questions." Mom replied, her words began to slur.

I saw her take another long drink from the bottle, she gulped loudly as she drank. "You miss dad?" I asked.

Mom chuckled, "Yeah, I think I do… stupid isn't it?"

She started to laugh a little more and I backed away heading to my room.

I slowly entered and saw my sister sitting at a desk staring at pictures from a book. My sister couldn't read, but the doctor had told us she can make lots of imaginations from pictures. That was a year ago.

I saw her stare intensely at a picture with a girl hugging her father as she was sitting on his lap.

I went and pulled out a chair to sit beside her. "You want me to read the book for you?" I asked.

She didn't reply but continued to stare at the picture. She didn't turn the page to continue on and watch other pictures.

"I remember when daddy used to make me sit on his lap when he read me a book," Mina replied.

I forced myself to smile, "Yeah me too, he used to do that to me as well."

My sister closed the book and turned to face me, "Why's mommy drinking?"

I sighed, "I don't know Mina, she probably misses dad."

"But I thought she liked her boyfriend."

"I know Mina, but that doesn't me she didn't like dad too."

My sister tilted her head trying to study my expression. She was silent for a while, "I heard her say that she was happy that daddy was dead."

I paused for a moment trying to think through what she said, "Maybe she was lying."

"Why isn't her boyfriend here?" She asked.

"I don't know." I replied.

We sat there staring each other for a while until I spoke, "Hey do you want to play checkers?"

My sister flashed a smile, "Okay"

She got up from her chair and tugged at my arm, "Come on let's play!"

I smiled, how quickly my sister forgets about things. I went over to a cabinet and rummaged through my things trying to find the checkers board.

I found it hidden under a pile of clothes, I set it onto the floor and my sister eagerly waited as I prepared the game.

My sister was actually good at games, I don't know why but her mind had a good way to figure out strategies. It was probably the only thing she was good at.

I would have rather played chess, but I knew it would take forever just to teach Mina. I know, because it took me half an hour just to explain how to play checkers.

Mina moved first, I moved after her. She let one of her pieces move over to the corner. After a while I had moved all of my pieces and most of them were trapped.

My sister giggled as she took one of my pieces, "You're too easy."

I pretended to look mad, she only giggled.

At last I had only two pieces left, she had five. Mina had two kings, I had none.

I made a move and Mina easily jumped over the piece with one of her kings.

"One piece left!" She exclaimed.

I sighed, I wasn't playing easy on her. She was just really good at these games. I wasn't too bad at it, since I had beaten most kids at my school when there was a tournament for checkers.

My sister would probably be a professional one day if she learned how to play chess, who knows? I know she would just love the game.

One piece left, of course I was losing. Mina just hummed to herself happily as I thinked hard over what move I would make. There was none, no matter where I went, Mina could take my piece.

I gave up and just moved the piece over. Mina happily moved her other king and took my piece away. She won, like always.

"I win! I win!" She shrieked.

"Bravo." I replied sarcastically.

"Let's play again!"

I groaned, "Come on you're going to win anyways."

"I wanna play!"

"No."

"Yes!"

"No"

"Yes!"

"Okay, okay, just one more game and that's it!" I said.

She eagerly sat down, once more we played.

After about ten minutes, the game was over and Mina won again.

"How did you do that?" I asked. It was actually amazing if you saw my sister play.

She grinned, "My secret."

I shook my head, Mina did have a talent.

I heard sobs coming from the living room. I looked over at my sister, she had stopped jumping with excitement. She heard it too.

I stood up quickly and ran out the door over to the living room, I saw my mother there sitting at the couch crying.

I walked over to her and sat down with my sister beside me.

"Mom what is it, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Mommy?" Mina replied.

"Oh Coral I'm so sorry, so sorry." Mom hugged me tightly as she cried on my shoulder. I patted her back, I tried to comfort her.

"It's okay mom, it's alright."

"No, no, no… he's gone and it's my fault." Mom sobbed.

I tried to hold back tears, but couldn't. I cried as well.

"No it's not your fault mom," I cried, "it's not."

She shook her head and continued to cry.

"I didn't mean what I said about him Coral, I really didn't!" Mom said, "I do love your father, I always have!"

I didn't say anything just stared back at her silently. If she loved dad, why was she cheating on him? I thought.

Mom rubbed her eyes and sniffed. She looked at me as if reading my thoughts, "Coral I know I cheated on him, but I didn't love Matt." Matt was her boyfriend's name.

"Then why did you do it?" I asked.

Mom didn't reply but looked down sadly, "Your father didn't let me have any money once he found out what I was using it for."

I grew confused, "What do you mean?"

Mom just shook her head, "Drugs." She said it just barely above a whisper.

I gasped and stood up from the couch, "What?"

Mom looked up at me, "Three years ago he found me using drugs. After that he didn't give me any money," She said, "he only gave me money if I was with him shopping."

I remained silent and stared at her open mouth.

"But after a few days I couldn't take it anymore, I needed the drugs! So I found Matt, he always gave me money, but there was always a price to pay."

I said nothing, and I realized that's why she had a boyfriend this whole time.

"But, why did you take drugs?" I said.

"I took it ever since I was a teenager; my parent's house wasn't exactly the best," She explained, "But then I met your father, and we got married. I was free from home at last! I tried to stop using the drugs, but then I realized, I had become addicted to it."

The information to me was too much, I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Why didn't you get a job instead get money from your boyfriend?" I replied slowly.

"Because I—"

"No mom! You could've gone to a doctor to stop taking the drugs! You could've done a lot of things instead cheat on dad!"

I ran out of the room and went out into the backyard.

I was furious at my mom and dad.

Why didn't dad take her to the doctor? He knew she took drugs!

I clenched my teeth as I thought about this. Mom and dad could've been a great couple if dad helped her!

I started to pace back and forth. I remembered the day my dad went off to work, to his death. I had woken at two o'clock the morning hearing my mother yell at dad.

She had been saying over and over again how she hated him, how she wanted him to die.

I wondered what made mom go so crazy, but now I figure that it was the drugs this whole time. She had probably no money to go buy them and had gone berserk.

I remembered dad's yells, how I heard him leave the house.

I hoped he would be back in the morning, but instead my mother had said he had gone off to work.

I stopped suddenly, how did my mom know dad had gone off to work? I didn't remember in there argument dad say anything about going to his job.

And his job doesn't start until six at night. Why would dad leave in the morning when he had more than twelve hours until his work started?

Plus, at Saturday's his work was always closed, nobody worked that day, unless it was a holiday. But it wasn't.

The more I thought about this, the more I grew confused. What if my father didn't go off to work that day, only somewhere else? What if my mom made up the part about people calling and saying dad died while his truck flipped over on a rainy day?

So then how did my father die?

A/N: I know there isn't much fairy tale in this story yet, but I plan on doing that on later chapters. Now, review if you may be so kind?