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Chapter 1- 2.47am
1 reviewWhen Jen awakes from a nightmare, she feels she has to tell Michelle the truth about her father
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*Jen POV*
I was standing on a stage. The lights were focused on me and hundreds of people were looking my way. I could see everyone; mum, Calvin with his wife Rebecca, Michelle with her boyfriend Bob, Megan, Luke, James and Camilla. The music began and I opened my mouth to sing. The first few notes were alright, but then I went sharp and couldn't control my voice. I just couldn't hit the right note; I sounded awful. Suddenly, the door to the auditorium blew open and my dad stood there. There was an ear-shattering noise, which sounded like a shotgun being fired over and over. I ducked and looked around, thinking it was being fired at me, but it wasn't. In fact, there weren't even any bullets, just the noise. I looked up; dad was lying on the floor in a pool of blood.
I woke up with a start, and snapped my head around to look at the clock.
2.47am.
The moonlight outside cast a shadow of the trees onto my bedroom floor. I was drenched in sweat and my heart was racing. My bedroom door opened and Michelle walked in.
"You were having another nightmare," she said.
I nodded.
"You never wake up though," I said. I sounded as though I was about seven years old for some reason, even though I was eleven.
"Bob heard you," she said.
It was silent for a while, just the distant sound of James (my little brother) snoring.
"What happened?" she asked me.
"I was singing. Then dad came in and-" it was too hard to talk about him. The death of my dad had traumatized me, as I was the only witness. I'd lost my grandfather and two cousins already, but I was very close to my dad.
"You have do get over this," sighed Michelle, she must have told me a thousand times before, "Dad killing himself was a bad thing, but you have to forget about it and move on."
"That's the thing," I said. There was something I should have said a long time ago, "Dad didn't kill himself."
*Jen POV*
I was standing on a stage. The lights were focused on me and hundreds of people were looking my way. I could see everyone; mum, Calvin with his wife Rebecca, Michelle with her boyfriend Bob, Megan, Luke, James and Camilla. The music began and I opened my mouth to sing. The first few notes were alright, but then I went sharp and couldn't control my voice. I just couldn't hit the right note; I sounded awful. Suddenly, the door to the auditorium blew open and my dad stood there. There was an ear-shattering noise, which sounded like a shotgun being fired over and over. I ducked and looked around, thinking it was being fired at me, but it wasn't. In fact, there weren't even any bullets, just the noise. I looked up; dad was lying on the floor in a pool of blood.
I woke up with a start, and snapped my head around to look at the clock.
2.47am.
The moonlight outside cast a shadow of the trees onto my bedroom floor. I was drenched in sweat and my heart was racing. My bedroom door opened and Michelle walked in.
"You were having another nightmare," she said.
I nodded.
"You never wake up though," I said. I sounded as though I was about seven years old for some reason, even though I was eleven.
"Bob heard you," she said.
It was silent for a while, just the distant sound of James (my little brother) snoring.
"What happened?" she asked me.
"I was singing. Then dad came in and-" it was too hard to talk about him. The death of my dad had traumatized me, as I was the only witness. I'd lost my grandfather and two cousins already, but I was very close to my dad.
"You have do get over this," sighed Michelle, she must have told me a thousand times before, "Dad killing himself was a bad thing, but you have to forget about it and move on."
"That's the thing," I said. There was something I should have said a long time ago, "Dad didn't kill himself."
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