Darius
“He’s not breathing”
I couldn’t believe it, not a single word of that. I didn’t want to. It couldn’t be.
My dad, he was fine earlier.
I went over to see him just his morning and he was fine, well as fine as he could be giving the fact that he was sick bad slowly fading, but he couldn’t be dead.
“Christopher w-what are you talking about?”
I heard Ayla’s voice but I was not listening, my mind was all over the place.
“Darrius….”
I snatched my hand from hers and stormed over to the place where my dad was kept.
I stared into his pale lifeless eyes, it looked impossible, like he was just lost in thought and not gone.
“Dad!”
I touched him but he was cold. I did not care, I just continued to shake him “dad listen to me you aver to bucking wake up!!!!”
I had not remembered h last
