Searching, Seeking, Reaching. Always.

I push the leftover Chinese food to the side and reach all the way of the fridge to grab my cold Monster. I open it, and smile as the opening sound fills my ears. I sit next to my laptop and put my drink on the table. I fix my glasses and look at the videos that fans recorded of our special day a few days back. Mom's death anniversary was three days ago, making it officially four years since her passing, and the school had a small memorial for the other two victims of the shooting. Another parent and a dance teacher who was left paralyzed from her legs when everybody stamped on top of her. The bastard that took the opportunity of happiness away from my mom finally was captured two years ago in his house down in someplace near Alabama. He fled, but they caught him. We had a minute of silence for my mom, and I can see that dad was trying so hard not to cry on stage, although he's done it before. Mom and Dad were never married, but their short relationship and my ridiculous accidents made them stronger in every way. Both individually and together. I look at the videos, where I was holding a white rose and I lifted it up, and look at the moon that reflected from the upper window.

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"Four years ago today, the BVB family lost someone that changed our lives forever. Four years ago we lost Hailey Naino, the mother of my daughter, Machiala. Today she is here with me, with Macy with all of us!" My dad puts his fist up and the fans go wild. "I miss you baby, me and our daughter miss you... This song was one of her favorites. This song is hers... Hailey, this for you." He looks at me and I start to play the first few notes on the piano in front of me. The guys jump and my dad smiles widely, tears forming on his eyes. "HERE WE GO!" The crowd starts to sing along, none of them jumping as they knew this was a short thing for my mom. Dad would sing out so loud, all his passion with to this song. I sang along with him, just like I did when my mom would listen to their album as we did our chores, and annoy our neighbors for our shouting. "I AM BULLETPROOF!" We all yell and then it went silent. It was dark and I come out holding a white rose, lifting it up. The guys slowly start the solo in between the song and then I smile so wide my tears ran down my cheeks. My dad wraps an arm around my shoulder and together we sing the lasts parts... Just like we, including mom, use to do.

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The front door of the bus opens and loads talks surround the once quiet environment. I plug in my earbuds and starts looking at random things on the Internet. The light comes into my bunk and I turn my head. Dad pulls out a bag of Five Guys burger and I grab it from him. I reach for a fry and take a bite of it. I get off my bunk, food and laptop in hand, and join the guys at the front.
"How was tech?" Ashley asks.
"Good... Not a hassle." He nods and smiles. "How was the show?"
"It was great. Crowd was huge." CC says, sitting next to me. "You missed a show."
"I wasn't feeling so good... I'm on my weekly torture." He moves away and I roll my eyes. And they say I act like a child. Oh please. My phone begins to ring and dad grabs it for me as it was charging.
"Hello? Who's this?" There was a long pause. "One moment." He gives me the phone and I put it carefully close to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Machiala? It's Michelle!"
"Hey girl. What's up?"
"Just calling to tell you that the volleyball team tryouts are in September."
"Oh! Tell couch to put me, and that I'll tryout after cause I'm with my dad."
"Okay, I'll tell him."
"Thanks Chelie. I'll talk to you laters."
"Alright. Bye!" I whisper a soft bye and hang up, and sat down and continue watching videos as I ate my lunch. Dad was chilling on his bunk, looking through his social media, listening to his music. I look at his blue eyes as they reflect a picture, he sighs and swipes his finger across his screen.
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"How are you doing?"
"I don't know..."
"Macy."
"Babe, I know, it's just still hard... She was my everything for 15 years."
"I know... I know." I sigh and hug my Minnie Mouse. It was one of those nights again. Dad would toss and turn as he dreams about the day. His yells wakes everybody up and I would just not get my sleep anymore cause I would do the same. Dad saw my mom slip away, I saw her body... But dad saw her last breath, the last light that her eyes have to this world. Nobody will understand what my dad saw. Dad saw her clothes be covered in blood as they drove her to the hospital, it seems like dad was the one most affected by this.
"Chester's here... I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"I love you." I whisper.
"Me too. With all my heart." And he hangs up.

Notes

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