The Honeybee

Will Christmas ever be the same for her
*I didn't give the main character a name because that makes it easier to put yourself in her shoes so you can really understand how she feels throughout the story.

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4. This year

In the months following the funeral, I became a recluse. I stopped talking to lots of my friends. Mainly because I didn't know what to say anymore. My life began to revolve around music. My dad had always been into bands like Fall out Boy and My Chemical Romance, so I started to listen to music more and more, as a way to stay close to him. And the more I listened to it, the more I enjoyed it and the more I realised how much it helped. Whenever I was having a particularly low day, no matter if that was because Sarah Fisher had been extra bitchy that day or if I was just missing my dad, I could lie in bed, with my earphones in, and everything would go away. For a short time, I would forget it all and get lost in the music. It was my coping mechanism. That was two years ago. I'm 14 now and it's Christmas Eve. The only things I had put on my Christmas list were 'A fever you can't sweat out' by Panic! At The Disco (I already had dads old copy, but I played it all the time, so it wasn't going to last much longer) and my dads matching honeybee charm, even though I knew I couldn't have it because nobody knew where it was. Me, mum and Alice are spending Christmas at Nan's house this year. We did it last year too. It didn't feel right spending Christmas at home without dad. I missed the visits to Santa's grotto. It might seem strange for a 14 year old girl to want sit on the lap of an old guy with a beard, but really, I just wanted to spend time with my dad. I pulled my honeybee necklace over my head and kissed the little charm, like I did every night. I then placed it back on my desk, turned the light off, and climbed into bed. I wasn't looking forward to Christmas...

 

ughhhh?!

I sat straight up in my bed. I shook my head in confusion for a few seconds, before rubbing my eyes and leaning over to check the time. It was 4:45am. Was there somebody downstairs? There had been a noise, kind of like thumpin- wait, there it was again. There was someone downstairs. I pulled off the sheets and stood up. I tiptoed over too the desk and pulled out a pair of scissors, the only thing in the room that I could use as a 'weapon'. I carefully opened the door and began to creep down the stairs. Most sane people would have ignored the noise, but I was not one of those people, I had to check. I came to the bottom of the stairs and crept up to the living room door. It was open slightly. A chill went down my spine as I imagined the worst. "It's ok, it's ok, it's just your imagination...but check just in case" I said inside my head. So I lightly pushed open the door, grasping the scissors. I flung myself into the room and turned on the light in one swift movement. I looked around, expecting somebody to jump out at me. But there was nobody in the room except me. The thumping noise had silenced. I was just about to leave the room when I heard something outside. What the heck was that, it sounds like...it sounds like jingling. I rushed to the window and peeked into the front garden just in time to see some kind of carriage begin to disappear into the sky. Wait, that's not a carriage, that's a..that's a sleigh? And before I could open the window to get a better look, something inside the room caught my eye. It was a small present beside the Christmas tree. I wouldn't have noticed it if it hadn't been wrapped so strangely. It was in pure gold wrapping paper with a small red bow on top, completely different to the rest of the presents, all wrapped in shimmery green. What is going on? I leaned down and saw the label....it was my name. What?! I began to unwrap it carefully. Inside was a small envelope with writing on the back. It was my dads handwriting. I began to read. "Dear honeybee. I'm so sorry I couldn't be with you this Christmas. I just want you to know that I'm always watching over you Alice and mom. I wouldn't have been able to give this too you if it wasn't for the help of.....an old friend. I guess he is real, eh? Love you, forever and always. P.s. Look inside the envelope -xo dad". With tears running down my cheeks, I peeled open the envelope, careful not to rip any of the writing. I turned it upside down and something small and shiny landed in my lap. It was a little silver honeybee.

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