They Say That ALL Beauty Must Die.

After the funeral, my dad, everybody else & I headed to our homes.
The ride home was really quiet. I couldn't stand this quietness! Sooner or later, it's gonna drive me crazy! I got a little mad so I turned on the radio. "The God That Failed" by Metallica started to play. I loved the bass and the drums in the song, so I turned it up until the speakers couldn't take it. My dad didn't say anything, so he just let me play it.
Half way through the song, we were home. My dad turned off the engine and the music stopped. Neither of us moved. I looked down to my hands and started to twiddling them around. My dad had a straight expression on his face. He didn't look mad.. sad..happy. Nothing. He finally spoke,
"What do you want for supper?"
I smiled and asked him if we could get chinese food or pizza. He cracked a little smile and said okay. We went into the house and oh my gawsh.. it was dead quiet. When mom was alive, we would hear the washer going on, water running, plates clanking & whatnot. I started to feel lonely. I walked into the kitchen to grab something to drink. Dad followed behind me. He grabbed a 6 pack of beer and I just grabbed a juice box. Dad made a call to the chinese restaurant and a pizza place. We were getting deliveries. Yay. I sat down at the kitchen table and started to write.. a song? I was grieving a lot so I just started to write down a lot of things. It was turning out well, I was about to finish it but I got startled when the doorbell rang. My dad saw and laughed a little. I laughed a long. He went to go answer the door. I sat there and started to read what I was writing. It turned out well, it really spoke out the situation I was in. I smiled to myself and I put it away. My dad walked into the kitchen with his one arm filled with chinese food boxes and 2 large pizza boxes in the other room. He looked like he was struggling and just before he dropped the chinese food, I ran and caught them. I held them in my hands and yelled out,
"Ninja!" My dad laughed just a little. Just a little. I don't like seeing my dad like this.
He put down on the table. I dug into the bags and pulled the chicken fried rice, chicken balls and grabbed 2 slices of pepperoni pizza. My dad grabbed the same thing, but instead of getting pepperoni, he grabbed the deluxe. I gave my dad a weird look and he said,
"What?" I looked down at the pizza and up to him, then down to the pizza.. then to his face.
He knew I didn't like that so he put a smile on his face and said to me,
"Deluxe pizza is the bomb.com" I never heard that before, so I started to laugh. My dad laughed along with me. I called him a weirdo, and he just smiled and said I was one too.
Dad & I walked into the living room, and watched a movie. We were watching "Silent Hill: Revalation" or something.. I don't know. I never watched this before and I thought it was pretty awesome.
The part where some chubby guy was slicing flesh off a persons body, my dad immediately looked away and gagged. I just stared at the screen with a piece of pizza.
In the movie, the chubby man put the flesh into a frying pan.. My dad looked away again, I jsut started to laugh. I stopped myself a little and said "That's fricken awesome!" and I started to laugh again. Oh gawsh, the expression on my dads face was priceless. I couldn't stop laughing.
We watched a couple more movies and it started to get late. My dad sent me off to bed. I said okay because I was feeling a little tired. It was a long day. Before I made my way up to my room, I cleaned up a little bit. I went to go give my dad a hug and tell him good night.
I let my arms hang out for a while, my dad noticed and gave me a hug. We were standing there for a long time. I don't know how long it was but I didn't wanna let him go. I felt safe.
My dad kissed my forehead and sent me to bed. I'm 17 and I still get treated like a little kid. But I don't care. I love being an only child. But it's different now.. mom was gone.
I walked up the stairs slowly and walked to my bedroom. I opened the light and everything was still in place. Well duhh.
I grabbed my pair of Batman jammies, tossed them on my bed and started to take off my jeans. It was hard because of the cast on my arm. I managed to get them off though.
I put on my jammies and crawled into my bed. Oh, I love my bed. Way more comfortable than the one at the hospital. I was gonna doodle around on my phone, but my body felt heavy so I just left it be and fell into a much needed, deep sleep.

*The Next Day*
I woke up to the noise of my alarm blaring through my room. I got a little startled so I jolted out of my bed and went to go turn it off.
I made it to turn it off. Yes! I looked out my window and saw that it was a nice day. I smiled and took a look at the calender.. it was Monday! I almost forgotten I was in the hospital this weekend. So I made my way to my bathroom. I did my business and looked into the mirror. I looked like a train wreck. I sighed heavily and started to wash my face. I brushed my teeth and just stood there.. for about a minute. I grabbed my make up and put on my usual thin black eyeliner, eye shadow & mascara. I didn't look so zombish anymore. I just let my hair fall down to my shoulders to try and cover the bruise. But it was really noticeable. I sighed heavily again and walked out of the bathroom.
I went to my closet, and picked out my outfit. I went with a pair of light blue jeans, folded them above my ankles and my Iron Maiden shirt. I threw on my converse shoes and looked at my reflection once more. I never tried the thing with my jeans by folding them and I gotta say.. I looked frikken awesome. I grabbed my backpack out of my closet. I put my textbooks, notebooks, pencil bag, makeup bag, my charger, phone & headphones in. I zipped it up and threw it over my shoulder. I walked out of my room, closed the door behind me and made my way downstairs. I was halfway down the stairs and I smelt coffee and bacon. I smiled to myself and went into the kitchen to find my dad splitting the bacon into two plates. He turned around and said good morning to me. I returned the greeting. I went to the fridge and pulled out the orange juice and poured myself a glass. I grabbed the glass and went sit down with my dad at the table. I loved bacon so much. I ate it quickly and drank my orange juice. My dad finished too, so we put out plates in the sink. I poured myself a cup of coffee so I wouldn't so tired at school. My dad fixed himself a cup too. I drank my coffee and told my dad that I would see him later.

*At School*
I walked into the school and saw that a lot of people were looking at me sympathetic looks. I ignored them and carried on walking down the hallway to my locker. I walked up to my locker, opened it and pulled out my really, really big over sized hoodie. I put my backpack down and put it on. I love this sweater so much. I unzipped my pack and pulled out my headphones. I put them on and zipped my backpack, back up. I locked my locker and went into my first class.
I was about to walk in, but Jade stopped me and gave me a small hug. I hugged her back and we talked for a bit. The bell started to ring, so she left. I walked into my class and went to go sit on an empty desk. I don't really like Arts Ed but I gotta suck it up. I sat there and waited for the class to begin. Our teacher Mr. Wilson walked in, the first thing he noticed was me. He came up to me and shook my hand. I returned it and gave him a small smile. I was about to have a panic attack because he was just standing there, until he spoke out,
"I'm sorry for your loss, Cherish.."
I didn't say anything, I think he understood because he walked away and started the class. We only had one assignment and that was to write a song.
I pulled my notebook out of my backpack and started to write. I finished it when the bell rang and that meant it was time for lunch. I ripped the paper out of my handbook, got up off my seat and went to go hand it in. I put it down on the desk on top of other peoples "songs".
I made my way to the cafeteria and I saw a lot of people. I sit alone because Jade likes to sit with her other friends. I didn't mind though. I just got myself a cheeseburger and a can of pepsi. I ate quickly and walked out of there because everyone in the cafeteria wouldn't stop looking at me! I ran into the girls' bathroom and started to have a panic attack.
I hated it when this happens because it feels like I'm gonna pass out.. All the damn time, this happens! I wish I didn't have social anxiety!
I knocked myself out of my thoughts and calmed myself down. I looked at my reflection and I didn't notice I cried. I washed off the smeared mascara and eyeliner and applied it on again. I looked decent again so I walked out.

I spend all of my Science class just sitting here because the teacher wouldn't give us an assignment. The bell rang and school was over. I sped walked out of there. Shit, I even speed walked all the way home.
I got home and shut the door behind me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
I called out for my dad and I heard his voice coming from the kitchen. I walked in and he was sitting on the table with a lot of empty beer bottles and one beside his hand. The phone was laying on the table. He looked at me and motioned me to sit down. I sat down and it was quiet. I was waiting for him to say something. I couldn't handle this quietness! Before I could move, my dad said,
"You're moving to Huntington.. to go live with your aunt Rose."

Notes

Hey guys!
My back is sore as heck and my fingers have gone numb.
Anyway, I updated. And will update soon.
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