I think there's too much drama in this one, but I needed to get stuff to lead to the answer of what happened to Ella.
"Ella's...Ella died." Roy said sadly.
"She...died! I wasn't told! I'm her mother Roy! Not one of her friends, or ex-boyfriends!" Riza screamed.
"I thought someone told you. I thought you were too upset to go to the funeral." Roy said quietly.
"My own daughter is dead! Why wouldn't you visit me or anything?"
"You had your own family! Your own life! You replaced us! You didn't care! I wasn't going to visit someone who didn't care! Maybe if you didn't ask for the damn divorce in the first place, Ella wouldn't have hid it!" Roy screamed loudly. Roy quickly ran back to his house.
Riza stood stunned with tears in her chocolate eyes. She walked to Al, and quickly picked the boy up, carrying him back to their large house. Riza only had one thing on her mind.
'What did my daughter have to hide?'
Roy sighed, and walked to Ella's room. Pictures of her flooded the walls. Get well posters. Gifts. Flowers. Pictures of her and her friends. Family portraits. Month by month pictures. Father's day drawings to Roy from her.
Her red bedsheets were exactly as they were before. Roy had made sure her bed was perfectly made every day. Her room was thoroughly cleaned, just how Ella and Roy kept it.
Ella's homework from before was still on her brown desk. Her name was neatly written. Roy sighed at the sight.
Ella Elric Mustang.
Roy then saw a letter peaking out through her pillow. He grabbed it, and started to read it.
Dear, Dad.
I know I'm not going to make it through this. So I know that if you find this, I'm probably already dead. If not, I guess I'll have to write a new one. I don't want you to wallow in misery after I'm gone. I want you to love to talk about me. Brag about me to your friends. Something.
I want you to look at pictures of me, and videos of me, and laugh. I don't want you to be sad. So please, be happy. For me.
Love, Ella Elric Mustang.
Roy then started to cry. He didn't know that Ella knew she was going to die. He didn't want her to be in so much pain for as long as she was. Thirty six hours of pain, and then she was gone. He just didn't understand why he couldn't get her back.
If anyone can guess what happened to Ella right now, I'll give you a free card from me. A free card from me is that I'll put you in at least one chapter of any continuing story you want, or I will write a one-shot with you in it.