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'No sir' Daniel will just die. He kept laughing and his laughter sounded rich and melodious. I don't think I've ever heard his laughter like that. Especially since mom died. His laughter trialed off and an awkward silence stretched between us. I glanced at the TV screen. It was a news about a refuge camp in Sweden, how kids were dying from malaria, common cold, hunger and lack of medical facilities. So much sadness out there. After a while, dad stood up and left for the hospital. And once again, I was home alone. Except for the Gate man at the gate.

“No one noticed in time to get him out. He was so lazy at work that a lot of times, he’d just disappear for hours, so his coworkers thought he was just out taking another unauthorized break when in fact, he was in the shit. They found him a few hours later when he finally surfaced and started floating. His mouth was open, and a bunch of poo was in there. They say it’s the most gruesome thing they’ve ever seen at the plant.” I don’t know what to say. The entire situation sounds like something out of a cartoon. “Uhm, wow,” I begin. “You… are you serious, Dad?” “Yes, it’s the truth, unfortunately. His parents are arranging the funeral now.” I can hear a touch of sadness in my father’s voice. “T

But of course, the smell wasn't his fading status—it was my decomposing body in the fire house. After living with it for days, they had become desensitized to the odor that now permeated the entire property. "Get out!" my father snarled, his eyes flashing yellow as his wolf rose close to the surface. Lydia left with her head held high, but I could see the genuine worry in her eyes. She knew something was wrong.

He just looks like someone who's weirded out by a nonsensical conversation between father and child, which means that we're both safe. Dad inclines his head back enough to address the guard. "Guess I passed my crazy to my little girl, huh? Haha. Not really. Her jokes are just corny." "Hey!" I protest, offended. "Nah. Just kidding, sweets. You know I love you. What I'm saying is, I do remember that you have a friend in Korea." he says slowly, and I hang on to his every word. "Are you still in touch with him? I heard his parents died. Car accident. Two drunks in a truck fucked them up from the side. They never did catch those guys." Dad narrates, his eyes staring into a spot in space in which

It is a diary. I couldn’t help but gape as I was browsing through the pages. I haven’t read a single word yet as I was observing his penmanship. Very neat… and girly? Every page was so colorful and drowning in glitters. It’s like they’re hiding underneath the boring and plain cover of this notebook. My heart raced even more as the hope inside me slowly breaks into pieces. Entry #1 – August 1, 2016 Just a bought a journal today because I have no one to talk to right now. Mom just died yesterday. Stage four, brain cancer. Dad and Venus are both devastated, I can’t even talk to anyone of them right now.

He decided to play a joke on his dad. "What the fuck!" Hart growled in rage, "Who the fuck got the balls to come near my woman?!" "Chill dad." He chuckled at his father's outburst, "It's a joke dad." "I know your mother, she would wait for me." He sighed, "When I get out of here I am going to get her." "She still thinks you are dead, we all thought you were dead." He told his father, "What happened to you?" Hart took a deep breath, "They tricked you guys, if you remember clearly you didn't get my body to put to rest."

“Uche, I no longer know how or when to say this but… “ his countenance changed. “ but what?...” “ your father is dead…” He swallowed hard. “… He died this afternoon, in my arms. I tried to … I tr…” he paused as he watched Uche stand slowly to his feet with a death looming on his face. “where is Chad!?!” he yelled! Author's Note: .This is clearly the shortest chapter of this book. Alas! The end is near. Don't stop reading now! Hit the star button below and say something in the comments section!

What history could my parents have had, maybe I would never find out. Dad died mysteriously almost a year ago, before his death, I had a nightmare. It was the first time I saw the old hag. Remembering how the old hag took his soul made me sob, he was the first victim and I was clueless about the whole situation. The nightmares kept coming after that incident, Dad died at the fire station. He was a heroic man who loved saving people, and a fierce firefighter. A memorial was gonna be held soon in his honor.

My watery eyes couldn't stand the sight of this man in front of me. He laughs, but he doesn't reply to my question, " Do you think your dad died of cancer? I killed him, I fucking killed him. He didn't die of cancer... He would not.." He says heartlessly. I'm confused... Did mom lied to me or what? Did she not know... Why would she tell me he was sick? My head is blasting. " And well, too bad you will be like your dad very soon...DEAD.." he comes closer but I have no fight to run anymore, because I'm fucked by all this he just spilled out.

My eyes widened… could he possibly be talking about Hell? I wasn't sure I believed hm though, he wouldn't say something so obviously bizarre to me especially if it could implicate him,. then again my assassin mind was probably doing the thinking. He began to laugh. "Of course not Bella, it was a joke. Relax." He said with a small smile. "Oh." "Yes,my father is dead but he died of a terminal disease, I like to tell people the first story because it sounds tougher plus it is a plot of his favorite movie of all time"