my world was already running out of fuel
slowly
falling,
lower, lower, lower.
but it was gradual.
dad's friend was over
i was on the stairs
mum got a phone call from gran.
"my dad's dead"
she screamed
and the fuel stores ran out
fell straight to zero
i crashed into the ocean.
dad's friend left immediately
giving us his best wishes
and apologies.
he was ill
we knew that
but i was young
i wasn't thinking
about my grandad dying.
my parents dropped me and my brother off
at my other grandparents house.
they tried to reassure us
he might be okay
"we'll wait to hear from mum"
right?
well we did.
and i sat in the back of my papa's car
my granny turned round and said
"i have some bad news"
"he didn't make it"
my brother burst out bawling
and i turned around,
stared out my window
trying not to cry
head burning.
pretend to be strong
i could fall apart later
but i couldn't help it
as the tears silently streamed down my cheeks.
i almost gave in
but within a split second,
i whipped them all off
as fast as a could.
pushed it down.
turned and gave my brother a hug.
like he would've wanted.
from me
his straight A,
sporty,
creative,
beautiful granddaughter to do
and be,
his strong little star.
that was the only fuel
i had left.
those words
they saved me.
by o.p.
it's been years but, it hurts still to this day. loosing people is so painful.
