She Saved My Life (3)/ He Chose Me.

I cry and cry and cry.
I'm not trying to be selfish, but why didn't I know? My own mother...

I stand up and throw my pillow at the wall.
"No, no , no!!!!!!!!!!" I scream. I kick and punch my wall, I just end up with a sore foot and red knuckles.

I fall onto my knees.
"WHY?" I sob.
"Can't anybody hear me?" I Sputter. I cry myself to sleep, I'm in such a mess I don't care about anything at all.

A while later my dad comes upstairs and opens my door, "Kyle?" he whispers. I am still laying on the floor, I stay stiff pretending I'm asleep still, my face still wet from tears.

He puts something on my table, I hear him walk out of my room and gently shut the door.

I get up, curious to see what it was. It was a plate, a toastie with cheese pineapple and ham; just the way I liked it.
I felt terrible for the way I had lost it, I never wanted to forgive him ever, but I knew I had too. It was the right thing to do.

I wasn't hungry though, so I walked over to my bed and tried to ignore the delicious smells.

"Ah what the heck!" I gave up. I ran over to the table and ate it in a flash, making sure I left a heap of crumbs.
With the leftover crumbs I wrote " Thank u, ps- sorry ): " and a little love heart.
Geez, it's a good thing I'm a messy eater.

I felt kinda relieved, letting the anger at him go. Sure I was still angry that the accident happened, I mean it was horrible. I wouldn't wish It on anyone. But some things just happen.

Satisfied with a full stomach, I went back and lay on my bed.
I drifted off to sleep.
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When I woke it was about 6:30 am. I was still in my school uniform. I quickly sprayed on some deodorant and freshened up my hair. I went downstairs and boiled the jug/kettle.

I walked into dads room,
The bed was made and everything was neat, he had already left. I sighed.
"Oh the plate!" I remembered. I ran back up to my room to see of the plate was there or not; it was gone- he must have seen it! I hoped he had.

I groaned, I had to go to school. I couldn't wait till Monday. The kettle was 'whistling' so I grabbed put a mug from the cupboard, put a tea bag in and poured the hot water.
I let it sit.

"Oh, I forgot to make my bed" I mumbled to myself.
I. Went back upstairs to my bedroom, as I walked In I noticed something on my table. "Funny, I hadn't seen that before..." I said.

It was a note, my dads handwriting. It was scrawled and messy, but it read; "Kyle, we'll see her tonight. Dad. ". The paper looked a bit wet, as if he'd cried on it.
"Poor dad" I sighed, as a tear rolled down my cheek.
* I'll post one after school tomorrow (: