A father figure... Mark, committed suicide. It was a while ago, when I was 10-ish. I'm now 17 and not a day goes by when I don't think about him. I've had dreams before, where I've felt arms around me, holding me tight. Just a few minutes ago, I was asleep, dreaming about him. I dreamt a girl, Leigh was at my house, she was a friend when Mark was around, she was like a daughter to him, too. She was here and some guys were at the door and broke her nose? Something like that. But anyway, after that I called my mum to come home, and I'm sure somebody said 'bring Mark' I just remember hearing it, and they got home. My mums boyfriend started yelling at my little brother, and then the next thing, I see Mark laying on my couch, dead... with his arms around my brother. I started to cry and said "why's Mark here?!" I was crying so hard, and my sister gave me a hug. I was crying because I was scared, I always have been. He's dead, why is he here? you know? Anyway, next thing I feel, is arms around me... his arms, I could feel the veins. I know it was him, I can still feel what it felt like now. I was telling myself 'don't be scared, he was my dad, why should I be scared?' and then I forced myself to wake up. I felt wideawake and not scared, I just wanted to shout out and ask if he was with me, which I would have never do before... I didn't though. I just thought about him... and cried. Is there anyway he communicated with me, or was it just another awful dream?
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