Hard to Forget

Hard to Forget is a story by Slyhades99

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I’ve been trying to forget about my dad for the past 8 years. But it was impossible. I remembered everything I see, read or hear. It came in handy for school, but bad for witnessing your father’s death, especially when you were only 6.

I know I could just kill myself and it would be over, but the thought haunted me. I might go to heaven and see my father and think of how he died. We were in the parking lot of Fenway Park. A guy walked over to us as we were getting in the car. He told dad to give him his money. Dad answered, no. The guy grabbed a blade and stabbed dad. He fell to the ground and the murderer grabbed his wallet and ran. I collapsed beside my dying father and cried. Red and blue lights came into view. The last things to come out of my father’s mouth were, “Keep faith, Nick. Keep faith.”

An officer came with a paramedic. Taking slow breaths, I told the cop what had happened.

One thing was for sure: I would not forget the thief’s face.

This was the ninth foster home I’ve been at in the last 8 years. I’ve only been here for three days, and I have realized, that I hate the foster “dad”, Lenny. He only let’s me stay because his wife, Johanna, makes him.

The alarm went off. I bashed it with my fist and threw off my blankets. Johanna had taken me, along with Ryan and Bea, to get us clothes. I grabbed two pairs of blue skinny jeans, plaid shorts and purple, green and red shirts. Before that, all I had was a pair of brown pants, a white shirt and a black hoodie.

"Nick, get up," Johanna. "You too Ryan and Bea."