All That You Need

All That You Need

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Haley's life was completely perfect. More than perfect. She had everything any 15 year old could want. But when her father unexpectedly kills himself, her entire world is flipped upside down. Her mother has blocked everything out, leaving Haley to live practically by herself, and frantically preparing for the surprise her mother revealed that will turn her world upside down AGAIN. However, being flipped a second time just might make it right side up once again.
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Haley's life was completely perfect. More than perfect. She had everything any 15 year old could want. But when her father unexpectedly kills himself, her entire world is flipped upside down. Her mother has blocked everything out, leaving Haley to live practically by herself, and frantically preparing for the surprise her mother revealed that will turn her world upside down AGAIN. However, being flipped a second time just might make it right side up once again.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Different Days

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Submitted: May 20, 2017

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Isn't it funny how days can differ? How they can change as if it has bipolar. You could be having an alright day, but then, BAM! It switches! And then it just leaves you there feeling completely lost.

The day my life was twisted up into knots was one of those days. 

 

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The second my eyes finally creaked open, I groaned the loudest groan that I thought was possible. I even wondered if the neighbors had heard. I dragged myself out of my bed and started my morning routine. After that, I departed for my tiresome journey to school which consisted of one block. I arrived and went to my classes. 

Once school was dismissed, my friend Julia and I walked back home. She and I parted ways as she went up her driveway located next to mine. Our time alone didn't last long, however. I called her back over to "do homework" and we grabbed a tub of ice cream along with two spoons and went up the stairs to my room. We considered actually doing the homework, but then decided that it would probably be better for our well being if we didn't, so that was that. 

After about thirty minutes of just laying around and talking, I heard the front door creak open. Julia and I went downstairs and my dad was standing around waiting for us to come from upstairs, where he knew we most likely were. He smiled at us, but something about his smile didn't seem right. He looked extremely tired, as if he hadn't slept in a week. Just then Julia's mom called and told me that she needed to come home. 

Once she left, I asked my dad why he was home so early. It was, after all, only 3:30, and he normally got home at 5:00. He said he just didn't feel good, and I didn't think much more about it. He sat on the couch and turned on his favorite show: Wheel of Fortune. But, for some reason, he seemed less enthusiastic about it. Usually when he watched it, he was sitting on the edge of his seat, screaming out the answer. He must really not be feeling well, I thought.

My father got up, claiming he had to go to the bathroom. I heard a soft click coming from his room, followed by him entering the living room with one hand behind his back. he sat back down and kept his right hand back, away so that I couldn't see it. That was when my mom got home. She walked in and looked at him, expecting him to jump up and say hello as he always did. Nothing. He just nodded his head, acknowledging her presence, with his hand behind his back. It must be falling asleep now, I thought.

Mom just nodded her head, as if to understand that he doesn't feel good at all. We all sat on the couch watching Wheel of Fortune for a while, and I got up to use the restroom. When I started washing my hands, I heard a scream from the living room. I accidently splashed myself with water, and ran out to see what all the commotion was about.

I walked in to see my father standing up ith his right hand no longer behind him. He was holding something, but I didn't see what.

I looked at my mother's face, which held the terror of every human to ever walk on the Earth.

She was looking at his hand. 

Which wasn't pointed at her, but at himself.

I then understood what was in his hand.

 

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The gunshot echoed throughout the house, bouncing off every surface. It hit him in the head, and not long after, I heard sirens crying as loud as I was. The emergency vehicle speeded past traffic with a free pass through stop lights. He was wheeled in on the stretcher. Blood was everywhere. I followed the people who were assigned the task of attempting to save him. They began working rapidly as I screamed. Others grabbed me by the arms and tried to drag me out of the room.

I didn't want to leave.

I wouldn't. 

My father was like water.

You need a bucket to keep him with you.

The doctors tried to find one.

They couldn't.

There was no bucket around, so he slipped between our fingers, and onto the floor. 

We didn't have a bucket, so we couldn't keep him.

That evil man took my father.

That evil man was my father.

My father took himself.

He took my daddy.


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