Opinions Story

Death is never an easy thing to deal with, especially when you don't have the support from your family. When your parents are divorced you don't get the normal life you thought you'd have, but then when your parents are continuously at each others throat, it's even worse. Then your dad marries a women you know is kind and caring, but you mom doesn't approve and tells you she's the devil incarnate, and tells you not to care for her. It's heart breaking. It's Christmas the most wonderful time of the year, and you're spending it with your dad and Katie, your shining bright light, who loves as if you were her own. You could've done something, you could've saved her. I could've saved her.
I remember that morning so clearly, I was watching TV in the living room watching my dad leave for work, talking to Katie about how I wished she would stay and just have some one send her belongings home, I didn't want her to go. As I said goodbye to her, giving her the biggest hug I could, believing I would see her soon. A week passed sitting in my room at my mom's house, when the door opened and my dad walked in, I paused and looked at him in complete confusion. We walk downstairs without saying a word, and we sit, my heart beating so fast I thought he could here it, "What did some one die?" I said jokingly not realizing that I was so accurate, "Katie was found dead, this morning..." My heart stopped, I froze in fear. 41 years old, 41 years old, I thought. As if being outside of my own body I went upstairs and sat there on my bed, in complete silence I sat there with burning tears running down my face. I screamed and cried until, I couldn't even stand, as I lied there now on the floor to cool off. I fell asleep, the next morning my mom acted as if nothing had happened, but I was lost, I was lost inside myself. All around me was darkness, no more light, my bright light had burned out. Weeks passed that's when you could cut through the disapproval with a knife, "Thank god she's dead!" my mom would shout, "That stupid *****!" I could barely breathe, it was as though I was costing through life, not in control of anything, but the one thing I could've controlled was keep Katie home that one day, maybe she would still be alive if I asked her to stay, I thought. My dad in a state of depression my mom giddy with the news, while the support I had was from my own pillow. You can't control what happens, or who death takes, but you can control how you handle it, you control being there and supporting your friends and family who need you more than ever. My friends left me, my mom didn't care, as long as I don't mention her name, my dad cared but he couldn't help me when he could barely get out of bed. Sometimes there is only one person you can rely on and that's yourself. People may look happy or act fine, but it doesn't mean they are, it doesn't mean they're not hurting.