The house was full of people the next day taking photos of the scene, interviewing the staff who refused to comment, reporters flocked around the house even though it was raining harshly. I was interviewed by the police on the event, I hardly said a word, I hadn't spoken to anyone since, I wrote down what happened for the police. I felt empty, totally empty nothing felt right or looked right without him. Esta had told the doctors I was depressed and she wanted me to go to them and just talk. I had nodded at her just so she would leave me alone, what am I supposed to do now, I can't do anything in this house there isn't anywhere in the world I could go that would stop me thinking about him. I'd still feel as miserable and horrible as I did now.

I had been wandering around the house and I now found myself on the upper floor of my father's room, everything was as it should be. Clothes folded bed set waiting for someone who would never come. The pictures placed around the room good memories to look at, now I just wanted to avoid every one. My mind made me remember everything anyway as it had this way of being cruel to you but I guess it was my choice for it to do so, probably because I actually want to remember.

I remembered his speech about not wanting to lose Daisy or I, she was the last hope I had if she could talk me out of doing what I wanted to or just say something that would be my hope. I walked a little quicker down the stairs onto the bottom floor of his bedroom; I sat on the chair by his bed not wanting to move it an inch. I dialled Daisy's number on the phone and held my breath my hand shaking my nerves rocketing up as it began to ring.

"Hello" a professional voice said, a servant I went to speak my voice croaky after not talking for a while it sounded strange to me.

"Can I speak to Daisy please tell her it's Marilyn I really need her right now" I said, I listened to the muffling as the phone exchanged receivers.

"Marilyn I can't talk now hunny" she said

"What do you mean aren't you coming to it?" I couldn't bring myself to say the word 'funeral'.

"I can't were moving, I really have to go Marilyn" she said sounding like she was being rushed.

"You bitch, don't you care" I snapped my voice rose in anger I began to cry "I was relying on you Daisy you of all people how can you do this"

"I'm sorry I..." she was cut off as Tom too the phone growling angrily at me "look kid I'm sorry you stupid dads dead, but you need to leave me and my wife alone, we don't want to associate with you so piss off" he said

"You should be very happy with yourself when you see the next suicide in the paper knowing you're the cause of it" I said he went to go back on his word but I slammed the phone down in disbelief at the pair of them, so stupidly self absorbed in themselves and their stupid lives. The phone rang again but I ignored it, I ran even though I was tired, I could do this. I got to the top of the tallest turret in the house and opened the window the press outside the gates hadn't seen me yet. I peered over the edge looking out at the trees as they moved and the cloak of rain falling down showering the crowd. I relaxed myself and I began to flick through the memories of my dad every single one from the day we met on his doorstep me drowned by all the rain.

1...

The way he had bought me so many clothes and had thrown me one of the best parties New York had seen.

2...

The boat trip that had made everyone dance and be happy. The way he kissed me goodnight and tucked me in. His amazing smile that was contagious to everyone. I stood up now on the ledge of the window the wind whirling around the turret. Even in his last seconds of life he was graceful and he had died happy. He had been content.

3...

The wind became faster as I was no longer supported by the ledge and I heard a single scream high pitched and many voices rising. The wind whipped around me making a high pitched whistling sound. I only though of his smile as it had always made me happy and content. I smiled. The impact – blank...

Epilogue

Everything there was heavenly and white dominated the lands around me. I was reunited with the only person I could call a friend and a father this was a place where you can truly see God as he is. He accepted me and I moved on content with my life and happy in the choices I made.