• It was Christmas. White snow was outside, covering the ground with its beautiful, sparkling blanket. Fog filled the windows, it was about 30 degrees outside, anyways. My dad, Brittney, and I were spending Christmas with my granparents and my 20 year old aunt, Shanna.
    Brittney was my dad's girlfriend. She was very pretty, but didn't have a good past. When she was little, she was raped my her uncle. She told her parents, but they wouldn't believe her. Recently, she went to her doctor, finding out that she was crazy. She was a striper, but my dad was making her stop and making her move on to a better life.
    But the way she was going, it wasn't working out. She had tried commiting suicide three times, drinking anti-freeze, but not suceeding, since my dad would take her to the hospital right away.
    We had a good Christmas together, everything was happy. It couldn
    t get worse, I was enjoying my break from school, but it didn't turn out so well...
    New Year's was coming up, so my dad and Brittney decide to go to New York to have some fun. A few days later, they go back home, while I stay with my grandparents. From what I heard, Brittney wanted to hang out with my dad for New Year's, but he told her he needed a break from her, since she was annoying him.
    Two days pass, and he hadn't heard from her. He tried calling a dozen times, but there was no answer. One night, he decides to go to her house. He looks through the windows, seeing her purse inside. She was inside.
    He tried opening the door, even kicking it down to get inside, but it was no use. He called the police.
    They arrived there shortly, my dad had a friend with him. My dad was so worried, hoping she was alright. The police knock the door down and search the house..
    My dad goes inside her room...and there she was...on the bed, her eyes open.
    She wasn't breathing.
    My dad called my grandparents, telling them what happened. My grandma looked at me while she was on the phone. Her eyes changed and I knew what happened...
    She hung up.
    "Honey...Brittney's dead..." there was shock in her eyes. She told me the story, Brittney killed herself. Commited suicide. My dad felt guilty. Suddenly, everything went depressing. The one person that was in our lives for 2 years..was gone.
    My dad called me. I answered...and it was the first time I had ever heard him cry, I was glad I couldn't see his face, but I could only imagine...
    His voice was trembling on his words, he was in love with Brittney, and she kills herself...
    "Dad....its not your fault, please tell me you know that..." i said to him. Pain was running through my body as I said this.
    "I know, honey...I just wished we could have helped her..." my dad had said, hiding the pain.
    We finished talking, I went to bed that night absorbing all of this.
    Brittney was gone. She was never coming back.
    I thought for a minute...then questions were shouting at me.
    How could she DO this to us? Why would she? Could my dad make it through this? Could I? What was going to happen now? I began to cry myself to sleep...
    I had dreamed about her that night... which only made me sadder in the morning.
    We had planned that I would go home tomorrow to take care of my dad.
    Everything wasn't the best.
    Everything went down hill. I was failing at school, I didn't want to do ANYTHING. I came home from school, to find my dad depressed everyday. It was the first times I had ever seen him cry. I cried with him though, and we would hug eachother, talking about her, missing her...
    Things got better though, as we accepted that she was gone, but it wasn't easy...
    Her family blamed my dad...they wouldn't let him the to funeral. It broke my heart, seeing my dad like this.
    We finally realized that...every New Year's Day...we would have this day. My dad was proud to have me, though. It was like I was the only thing keeping him alive, or else he would have joined Brittney..
    But everything seems to be getting better...but New Year's is coming up soon...and just thinking about it...a year ago...she was alive...she was here. And that's what keeps hurting us. Will this coming New Year's be better? Or will depression strike again...

    To Be Continued...**Coming Janurary...I will be sure by then**