Ok, this chapter is REALLY sad. I had to stop writing two or three times because I was crying so bad. If you cry really easily, then you may want to grab a bucket or something.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of its characters.

Tell Mommy I Love Her

Two days after we were interviewed, Julia was discharged from the hospital. I gave her a letter to give to Vaughn, who she still didn't believe to be alive.

They wouldn't let me out until the end of the week, after the man had come back and interviewed me, and hopefully Vaughn.

Whenever I tried to get up, I got dizzy quickly and had to lie down before I passed out. I also got raging headaches out of the blue, and was always tired.

The doctor gave me some medicine for the dizziness. I have to take a pill every two hours now or else I'll pass out when I get up. Wonderful!

He was still trying to look for something to help my headaches, and until he found something that would help, I'd have to settle for Advil.

I was sitting in a chair by the window, wrapped up in blankets, when it began snowing. Big, fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky. I stared in awe as they left the clouds and touched the ground stories below me.

I longed to be back on the island, dancing around in the snow smiling happily.

I began thinking about where I would be if I hadn't gotten on that boat. I wouldn't have met Natalie or Elliot, and it wouldn't have crashed. I wouldn't have almost died and I wouldn't have washed up on Sunny Island. I wouldn't have fallen in that stupid river, and Vaughn wouldn't have saved me. He wouldn't have been thought dead and I wouldn't have fallen off a cliff. I wouldn't have gone into Bella Wilkens old house and nearly died when it collapsed on me. I wouldn't have gone into a coma where I dreamed Vaughn and I kissed and we got trapped in my chicken coop during a storm. I wouldn't have woken up and run away to find him. I wouldn't have found him in the jungle living with natives, and we wouldn't have kissed for real. I wouldn't have been interviewed by some news guy and I wouldn't be here, staring out the window at the snowflakes.

My thoughts were interrupted by my door swinging open and hitting the wall. I turned around in my chair to see my little sister, Jill, standing in my doorway, covered in melting snow.

"Jill?" I got up quickly, which made me dizzy. I walked over to my bedside table and took my pill.

"Chels!" Jill ran over to me. Tears were running down her cheeks mixing with the snow.

"What's wrong, Jilly?" I asked my little sister.

"Chelsea..." Jill whispered softly. "Mom... she's..."

Oh, no. I knew where this was going. I had a very similar conversation with Julia over two years ago.

"Dead..." Jill said the last word as softly as possible.

The world around me began spinning again. Why was it spinning? I had taken my pill. It shouldn't be spinning! I could feel hot tears roll down my face, and my lip quivering.

I fell onto the bed, and the world began steadying a bit. "H-How?" I finally managed to say.

Jill sat down on the bed beside me. "She was in a car crash with daddy," she said.

"Is Dad ok?" I breathed.

Jill shook her head solemnly. "He's hooked up to a life support machine..."

"Is he in this hospital?" I asked. Jill nodded. I froze. "How'd you know this was my room?"

"We all came to visit you dozens of times when you were in a coma," Jill explained. "Do you want to see Daddy?"

I nodded. My throat was clogged up. Mom was gone... and Dad was going... I couldn't believe it. This was what it must have been like for Vaughn, plus add not remembering to it all. I don't know how he managed to keep living.

When I tried to walk, I stumbled back onto the floor. My legs felt weak and jello-oey. Jill helped me into the wheelchair that was in my room in case I needed it, and wheeled my out of the room.

Jill explained that she was taking me to see our dying father to the nurse, who still decided to come with us, just in case Jill was lying. I don't know who would lie about that, though.

Jill led us to the ICU, where the nurse explained to another nurse that we were Dad's daughters, and that I had had no idea he had almost been killed.

The nurse let us in, and I almost fainted when I saw Dad. He was covered in scrapes and bruises, and his breathing was raspy. He was hooked up to a huge machine, a life support.

Jill wheeled me to Dad's bedside. His eyes were shut and his face crinkled as if he were in pain, which I'm sure he was.

"Hi, Daddy," I whispered softly. His eyes opened just a crack, and he smiled.

"Hello, princess," he said quietly. His voice was hoarse and cracked. It made tears well in my eyes when I thought about how strong and full his voice used to be. He was always smiling and laughing and teasing me to death.

I just sat there on my wheelchair in silence. The tears that had been welling in my eyes were now streaming down my face. The room was never quiet with daddy around...

"Oh, daddy..." I whispered, and grabbed his hand. I squeezed it tightly, and he squeezed back, softer. He had always been so strong, and now he could barely hold my hand.

"I love you, Chelsea," he told me softly. "I always have and I always will, no matter what happens to me."

"Don't go daddy," I said, my voice wavering. "Please don't leave. I love you..."

"I love you too, Chelsea," Daddy said. "But I have to go. It's my time."

"Please don't leave me," I said. "Please. I love you. I don't want you to die."

"Oh, Chelsea," I could tell it was hurting daddy just to talk. "I can't. I just can't."

"How did the car crash?" I asked. Something just made me ask that; I needed to know.

"We were hit..." he said. "By another car. By a drunk driver."

My heart stopped. I knew how many lives were taken by drunk drivers each year, but I never thought it would happen to my parents.

Jill grabbed Daddy's other hand and we all cried.

"Will they pull the plug?" Jill asked, obviously talking about the life support machine.

Daddy nodded weakly. "Tomorrow..." he said. I looked at the nurse, tears still rolling down my cheeks, and she also nodded.

This was daddy's last day on earth... He was going to die, no matter what I do. There was no way he could get better, not in the state he was in.

"When you leave," Jill said, brining my attention back to her. "Will you tell Mom I love her?"

"Can you tell her that for me, too?" I asked. "And that I'll miss her smile and her laugh, and the sound of her voice wherever I go?"

Daddy nodded silently.

"I'll miss you so much," I said. "I'll miss your constant teasing and everything else about you. And I'll cry on my wedding day because you won't be there to walk me down the aisle."

"Of course I'll be there," Dad said, looking at me with his deep blue eyes. "I'll be with you wherever you go, even if I'm not alive."

I nodded, and lightly hugged him, so as not to hurt him. Jill did the same, and we left still in tears.

Life was never going to be the same for me.

Me: :'''''''''''''( I'm still crying... D': I'm just going to talk your ear off because I don't feel like making someone talk to me! *cries madly into tissue* THAT'S SO SAD! I hate myself for writing this chapter... :( And if you didn't cry you have no heart... How could you NOT cry at someone telling thier dying father to tell their dead mother they love her? It took my like five minutes to write Chelsea telling her dad she'll cry on her wedding day. I could barely see the keyboard I was crying so hard... This also reminded me of the time my dad had a kidney failure and was in the ICU. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's the Intensive Care Unit. I went to visit him and it was really freaky. He was hooked up to all these machines and the room was so BARE. It had like a glass door and the wall were like blue glass or something. But luckily he got better :) I'm going to stop now and go cry into my pillow!