Wake Me Up When September Ends, chapter 1

I woke up from a nightmare one morning, with the feeling that I was sucking blood like a vampire last night. This taste meant one thing.

It's September.

I looked over at my wall calendar that was hanging beside my window. All the dates from the first to the 15th were crossed off. It was here. Five years ago today, my father died.

I kicked my legs out of my bed and hit them softly against the cold carpet. I lifted my ass off the bed and stood up straight.


I opened my wardrobe door and pulled some clean clothes out. I threw the clothes onto my bed and closed the door. Shaking some of my hair out of my eyes, I pulled my head back up and buttoned my black shirt over my bare chest.

As I was walking out of my room, I attempted to put my tie on. Making my way downstairs I tried to listen for my mother making my breakfast in the kitchen. Nope. Instead, she was in her room making out with Brad. Two years after dad's death, mom married Brad. That was only three years ago. Since mom wasn't in the kitchen, I decided to go out for a walk.

The weather out side was mild. There was only a slight breeze in the air. I could feel it on my half bare arms. I started strolling along the sidewalk of this street I lived on. The roads were cracked and my house was the only house that looked brand new. As I continued to walk, I forced some other thoughts into my head, but I didn't want any about my father's death.

Suddenly, I came to a halt. I looked at the place where I stopped in front of. It was the cemetery where my father was buried. One little visit couldn't hurt me so I decided to go in.

I started searching for my father's grave stone. I found it and stood in front of it. It was just a normal tomb stone with his full name written across the top and the dates he was born and when he died. It also had a small description written in gold. My name was written somewhere in there. In front of the stone was a bouquet of dead flowers. I pulled one of the flowers out of the hole and started crushing some of the dried up petals. I let out a depressed sigh and kneeled down.

"Oh dad," I mumbled "If you were still alive, my life wouldn't be so damn shitty."

I placed my other hand on the top of the stone and let out another sigh.

"But though, I still wonder," I started again "five years ago today is when you died. Brad was there when you were in the hospital. He walked into the emergency room where you were. A few minutes later, he comes out running and the doctors are after you because you were dying. But waaaay before that, they told mom that they were able to heal you from your disease but you still passed on. That happened after the Brad incident."

I got up from the ground and brushed some of the dirt off my knees. I kissed two of my fingers and placed them onto the stone.

"I love you." I said as a cold tear rolled down my cheek.

I walked away from his grave and out of the cemetery. Swimming around my head were thoughts of dad and Brad. It was awkward though because what I said to dad's grave kept coming back.

Five years ago today is when you died. Brad was there when you were in the hospital. He walked into the emergency room where you were. A few minutes later, he comes out running and the doctors are after you because you were dying. But waaaay before that, they told mom that they were able to heal you from your disease but you still passed on. That happened after the Brad incident...

Those last six words echoed through my mind. It was like a trap and no way in hell could I escape.

No. It wasn't cancer I thought to myself.

I continued thinking about those very words.

Then all of a sudden, it finally hit me...