Happy Little Pill

Andy's chest rose and fell while we sat at the end of my bed, I was curled in a ball in his lap and he was rubbing my arms and back. We'd been sitting here for like forty minutes and I was almost calmed down all the way. He would say reassuring things in my ear and things that calmed me down. My tears had stopped about fifteen minutes ago but I was still extremely upset and on the verge of tears.

"Are you alright now?" Andy asked and I sat there for a second before moving to look at him.

"Probably not but I'm not crying anymore," I said and he smiled. I climbed off of his lap and sat on the floor in front of him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked and I looked at him for a while before answering.

"Depends on your question," I bit the inside of my cheek and he shifted his position.

"What happened with your dad?" He asked. I looked at the ground and continued biting the inside of my lip.

"My dad died when I was nine," I started and Andy watched me with interested eyes. "He was this super successful heart surgeon for a really long time, long before me or Lauren were born. My parents got married when my mom was 22 and my dad was 39. Yes there was this big ass age gap but they supposedly loved each other. Had nothing to do with my mom being pregnant with Lauren, or that she came from an extremely religious family that looked down upon unmarried mothers. Lauren was born six months after they got married and my mom almost immediately went back to work," I stopped again to clear my throat.

"How long after she had your sister?" Andy asked.

"A month, maybe less, my dad wasn't really clear on the exact date. But she went back to work and was gone for at least thirteen hours a day, which meant my sister was to either be with our dad or with the nannies. Eventually when my dad realized my mom wasn't going to stop, after hearing about her new tour she was going on, he left being a surgeon and was a stay at home dad for a while. Now, Lauren is nine years older than me. My dad was a stay at home dad until she went to school, which she went to a private school in Tennessee, and then my dad decided to go into politics, where his dad was famous," I said.

"What was your dad's name?" Andy asked.

"Charles Wright," I said and he gave me a look.

"Why isn't Wright your last name?" He asked.

"My mom decided to be too prideful and wanted me to be just like her. But when my dad went into politics he was gone more than she was. So they were happy that way. My mom was touring around the world, and I thinks he brought Lauren with her on one tour, I'm not quite sure. But when my parents made me and my mom found out she was pregnant she screamed at my dad and called him names and saying he ruined her career. Their divorce finalized when she was eight and a half months pregnant with me. My mom moved out of the house and got her own with me and Lauren,

"I didn't actually meet my dad until I was three, but when I did I attached to him and he filed for full custody of me and Lauren. He won and we went to live with him. I didn't see my mom again until I was seven, when she begged and pleaded with my dad to let her take me and Lauren with her on a world tour. He said yes because he was running for Governor of Tennessee. We were on tour for a year and two months. When we got back my dad was Governor and had his own business growing and succeeding every day. He gave up his parental rights to my mom because he didn't have time for us,

"Then, when I was nine my dad was shot nine times in the head and chest while at a press conference, when he was announcing his plans to build a children's hospital in Nashville that specialized in cardiology," I paused as I felt the tears begin.

"Do you know who killed him?" Andy asked.

"No, but I do know that my mom had something to do with it," I said and he nodded.

"How about this, we write about it," Andy used my words and I smiled. He got up from his spot on the floor and grabbed a notebook and a pen from my desk before sitting back down.

"What am I going to say?" I asked.

"I don't know, but this is going to be your song and you will record it," Andy said. I looked at him and he was smiling.

"What?" I gasped.

"You are going to record it and it will be a bonus track on my Andy Black album," Andy was still smiling and I stared at him.

"Andy, this is supposed to be about you, not me," I said.

"Well, it has been all about me for like a month and I think you need some spotlight, so I am giving it to you," he smiled again and I sighed.

"Fine," I said.

"Okay, what do you think about this line? Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, Your sweet voice is all I can hear. When I go to sleep at night, Your gentle face is all I can see." Andy said and I looked at him.

"That's really beautiful Andy," I said. He shrugged and I chuckled.

"Sometimes when I wake up in the morning,
Your sweet voice is all I can hear.
When I go to sleep at night,
Your gentle face is all I can see.
It feels like it was yesterday I saw you,
But it's been thirteen years.
They say 'everything happens for a reason,'
But all I can say is 'why?'

Never in my life,
Did I imagine a day without you.
Never in my life,
Will I love someone like I love you.

I try to walk through life,
Like the independent girl you raised.
But I could use a hand sometimes,
To lead me through the mess.
Tomorrow is uncertain,
And yesterday was a tragedy.
November 30 is the day I can't stand,
Because daddy,
It was the day you left me.

When I look at the old photo albums,
I can feel the tears try and fall.
When I see you talk on TV,
I can feel that smile on my face.
You've inspired me to live my life,
The way I have always wanted,
When I hear people's words to me,
All I want to hear is yours!

Never in my life,
Did I imagine a life without you.
Never in my life,
Did I see myself in these shoes.

I try to walk through life,
Like the independent girl you raised.
But I could use a hand sometimes,
To lead me through the mess.
Tomorrow is uncertain,
And yesterday was a tragedy.
November 30 is the day I can't stand,
Because daddy,
It was the day you left me.

Maybe this is why you left us,
Maybe this is my you loved us.
Maybe this is why you aren't here,
Maybe this is why I was told,
'Be yourself, it's the only way to get through,
Life!

I have walked through life,
As an independent girl.
I have taken that hand,
And I have gotten through this mess.
Tomorrow was uncertain,
But yesterday was not a tragedy,
November 30 is the day I cry for you,
Because daddy,
That is the day you left me.

But today is the day I move on,
The day I move on," I sang the entire song through and when I finished I opened my eyes and looked at Andy. His eyes were wide and he had a few tears in his eyes.

"What?" I asked with a chuckle.

"That was amazing Sadee," he said as he brought his hand to my face and wiped the tears that had apparently fallen.

"Thank you," I said.

"Is that a prewritten song?" Andy asked and I shook my head.

"The words just kind of came to my mind," I said.

"Alright, we need to put music to this. You do remember the words, right?"

"Yeah,"

"Ok, write them down, I'm gonna call the rest of BVB and we will put music to that masterpiece," Andy said as he basically skipped out of my bedroom. I slowly stood and stretched my arms. Maybe I needed to tell someone about what happened to my dad, maybe that is what I was supposed to do to move past his death.

I walked out of my room and down the stairs. Andy was in the kitchen, talking enthusiastically on the phone. I walked into the living room and curled up on the couch. For some reason, I never want to leave this house. I never want to see my life without Andy, and I have no idea what that means.

Notes

Well, I think that song is amazing and I wrote it on the spot. I think I might call it 'The Day You Left'. But yes, Sadee is realizing her feelings for Andy! Oh noes! Don't worry, there are still a few chapters before anything significant happens, I promise.

Now, who thinks that Sadee's mom was the one who killed Sadee's dad? Leave a comment below with your opinion. And I hope you liked it and the song.