Missing.

I

"Dad" I screamed in tears "please don't, you're all I have. I never met my mum. Please. Dad." I was too late. There he was hanging in front of me. His own daughter. "Please tell me this is a dream." I pinched myself and nothing change. Tears started pouring down my face as I saw my own father's eyes black as the whole he has left in my heart. Skin as pale as the sand we use to walk on when I was 9. Now 21 I can still remember the moments I had with him. I can't remember anything before the age of 4. My life flashed before my eyes. I fell to the floor into a puddle of my own tears. 'Why me. Why does this always happen to me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

It was 2:39 in the afternoon and I decided to call the police and tell them what went on. Soon enough they came out. One of my neighbours heard the police and came in with them. I ran to him and hugged him so tight, if I hugged him any tighter his blood circulation would of cut off. After a few minutes he asked me what went on. "My dad just killed himself" I said still in tears.
"I'm so sorry to hear that Emily. When did this happen?" Jack replied
"About an hour ago. He did it in front of me. I don't get why it's always me. I have nothing." I said confused, angry and upset about what had gone on.
"You will always have me. Remember that" he placed him hands onto my shoulders and pulled me into a hug.
I hugged him back. I felt safe.

The police interviewed me and I told them everything that had gone on. After that I headed to jacks and stayed the night at his. We were talking trying to take my mind of this but I couldn't. Nothing could help me. "I think I might head to bed now, try and get some rest." I said as he bought me a tea and biscuits.
"Okay but try and eat or drink, I don't want you getting ill." Jack said caringly.
"Ill try" I whispered.
"I will be in my bedroom if you need me." He said
"Ill keep that in mind" I replied

I dunked a cookie into my tea and took a small bite. Cookies were my dad's favourite he loved white chocolate cookies. After that I took a sip of my tea and tried to get to sleep. I couldn't sleep. It was 11 o'clock at night. I finally managed to get to sleep but I woke up at 4 am. I tipped the rest of my tea out in the sink. And to my surprise I saw Jack up as well. We had a conversation about good moments we both had with my dad. Fishing. Beach. Walking. Fun runs. Shopping. The park. They made me smile.

We heading back to my house so I could pack up as I'm going to be living with Jack for a bit. As friends. Dad was no longer there as the police had took him to do some investigations on what could of drove him to do this. Bring bring, bring bring. It was the phone. I ran downstairs to answer it. "Is this miss wealth? It's the police."
"Yes it is. Is this about my dad?"
"Yes indeed. We found something that may be interested"
"Please tell me. What is it?"
"This may be upsetting. But about for 2 months your dad has been prescribed with anti-depressants. Did you know about this?"
"No. I didn't."I said shocked
"It's normal for people to keep this from relatives as of fear that they might disappoint them. Also we found scars on his arms with look self-inflicted again it's normal for people to keep this away from others" the police told me
"I had no clue. Thank you for telling me this." I gasped
"It's our job to. We will inform you if we find anything else that could of lead your dad to do this. Bye for now" they put the phone down.

Why didn't he tell me. Why did he think I would be disappointed in him. "Tell me Jack why. Why did he do it in front of me. Why would he hide this from me. Why didn't I find out sooner. Why didn't I do enough?"
"Emily, you can't blame this on yourself. You aren't the course for his death." Jack replied.
I walked into his bedroom and found a folder on his bed. I opened it. It had pictures of a missing girl.

Symphony Harris missing girl, 4 years old. last saw in the local park. If found please contact us.

Why would he leave it on his bed? It was as if he wanted me to see this. Did he? It was mostly missing posters and newspaper articles. But I found some pictures. Old pictures. Not really old though. Of symphony's mum and a random guy in a allay way in the background I could just about see a house a big house. I also found a picture of a house. The house in the background. I recognized it. I have no clue where though. "What are they?" Jack asked me
"News paper articles. Posters. And pictures that my dad took. About a girl that went missing a good few years ago now. Do you know them?"
"I know that house, it's in wales. Ill take you there. Pack anything you need to bring. Bring that folder as well. Ill help as well. Then we will head to mine so I can pack. We might be staying up there for a while."

(I will try and write at least a chapter a day at least because I'm on half term now. So yay. this wasn't my idea, This was INSPIRED by a tv series.)