Worst. Experience. Ever.

My dad died. He collapsed in the hall. I was upstairs in my room and I didn't dare go down. I heard the paramedic tell my mum they weren't going to be able to save him, my mum was like "..What?! NO! NO!" then my next door neighbours took my mum over to theirs while my two older brothers had to explain to the coroner and the like what happened. I could hear them both weeping.

Half an hour or so passed and no-one came to check on me (which kinda upset me) and I needed a piss so I went to the bathroom and on my way back out I looked down the stairs and saw my dad lying there with a sheet over him. I ran into my room and cried some more.

Eventually my oldest brother came up to see me, told me what happened, and hugged me. I was crying my eyes out. Then we were joined by my other brother and we both just sat there for 10 minutes, then we heard them get ready to bag him so we turned on the TV. I can't remember what was on.

My mum came home a while later and hugged me and shit, told me things were going to be OK, then we all went to bed at 9PM.

Life has been great since then, (happened September 06 when I was 17 and I'm 20 now) but the past few months have shown promise and I think I'm ready to finally move on and life my life again.