Short story no. 1

"Are you sure you're gonna be fine?" he asked. I said I was, but to be honest, I didn't really know. But I just had to get out of there, I've been inside the house for almost all of December so I just had to get out. But my dad didn't really agree with me. He didn't think I was ready to go back to school. Maybe that's just because he wasn't ready to let me go yet. So I doubted. Should I go and do something good for me or should I stay for my dad? I just don't know what to do because I know he is smiling but on the inside, he is begging me to stay. This last month has been hard for both of us and I am happy he had each other because I don't know how I would've survived if my dad would't have been there. We kept each other up so we wouldn't collapse. And it wasn't always easy because we were both hurting but it helped. My dad was doing his very best to keep is grief from me but I noticed it in the little things. He would never use the blanket she always used, he always made up her side of the bed even though nobody slept there etc. One night, he tried to make my favourite meal. Mom always used to make it and it was just perfect. But dad wasn't used to cooking so it didn't really work out the way it should have. And when I said 'I really like it dad' , I think he knew what I meant and he broke down. But that wasn't the first time I saw him crie like that. When I was going up to my room one night, I noticed the door of their bedroom was open and I could see him sitting on her side of the bed holding their wedding picture. My heart broke and I wasn't sure what to do. Was I supposed to comfort him or did he want to be left alone? So I just stood there. But what I like about me and my dad is that we didn't have to say anything to know how the other one felt, one look was enough to understand, because we were feeling the same thing, pain.
Leaving for school would mean leaving dad behind, who knows what he will do while I'm gone? Or maybe it's a good thing that he is home alone for a while. So I decided to go.
"Don't worry about me dad, I'll be fine." I told him before I went out the door to catch the bus. The way to the bus stop seemed longer than ever. I started getting more nervous and I started to doubt again. What are they going to say? Are they gonna pretend like nothing happened or is everybody I run into is going to feel sorry? But if not now, when was I going back? I can't keep myself locked up in my room forever.