"Da?" no answer, "Da?" sill no answer, "Da? What's wrong?"

Then he started muttering, he walked past me without even noticing me still muttering. Then I heard what he was saying "Dead, dead, just laying there. Kate, Doreen dead." he continued, I didn't stay to here what he had to say (or mutter in his case), as soon as I heard my mum and sister's names I ran to the room I shared with my (now dead) sister. For weeks my father didn't even know I was there. Every day I went out and sold flowers in the streets of Brooklyn.

Then about 3 months, the day before my birthday, my father called me to the 'kitchen'.

"Sage!", I literally jumped with joy just to hear my father say my name.

"Yes Da?" I replied hoping that he'd hug me and tell me that he loved me.

"I just wanted to apologize for ignorin` you since," he paused and drew in a breath, "it `appened. I'm goin` to go out tonight, an`," he took another breath, "I'm not coming back." he finished quickly.

"What?" I almost yelled, I stared drawing in very quick breaths. God it seems like yesterday he said that to me, that night I grew up so much.

"I'm killin' me self Sage! An` don't you try an` stop me!" he yelled and slapped me across my face then ran from our appartment.

The next day the landlord kicked me out of the appartment. I had $15 in my pocket, I had sold all of our belongings to the landlord, except a locket, I still have it. It's silver, has an elabrate Celtic cross on the front, and on the inside is a picture of me when I was 6, my Mum Kate, my sister Doreen when she was 11, and my Da Finnian.