Suddenly I heard a scream, it was mom's voice, we all rushed towards her to see what happened, when all reached there, all we could see a was a dead body, dad's body had left its soul. I couldn't hold my weight in trauma and started crying "they took him away, they came for me but took him away why?"
Everyone started to condole us, that day is still fresh in my memory. After his funeral I went to the basement once again, and found a note, it was from dad that said "I made a mistake and I solved it, I hope you live a happy and free life ahead best of luck for your new life". I still have that note, it makes me cry every time I read it, but also motivates me to live happily somehow.
I use to blame it all on me first, but with passage of time I realized we can't cantrol anything, what is about to happen will happen anyway no matters how hard we try to stop it.
After dad's death we gave all the stuff to the museum, and completely destroyed the basement. It took us a long time to move on from this accident, but mom being a single mother took a great care of me and Niall.
Our lives became more then normal, it was such a relief that I could now sleep whenever I want no nightmares nor the darkness scares me now. I joined morning school, we changed our house and lived a normal life with dad's beautiful memories.
But life never stopped not even for a second, it even got much better with time, that's what life is. We should know how to charish every second of it as it is too short.
What I learned from all these years was it will be over no matter what. Just learn how to make up for your mistakes.
5th August 2017,
Finally it was my birthday. This time we're also sad, but not because of me this time it was because dad wasn't there with us. Still we celebrated it and cheered up for life, That's how it keeps on.
THE END.