I hope you all really enjoy this, for I 'enjoyed' writing it.

I am not what you would call your typical 14-year old boy, but I suppose if you want to, that is okay. Hello, I am Shane. Shane Martin, pleased to meet you. But I am not so sure if you'll be pleased to meet me. I'm 14, as I said. I have grey-green eyes, short brown hair, I'm rather slim, I'm more vegan than a meat-eater, but I enjoy meat from time-to-time. I'm about 5'6", if you're curious of my appearance.

For the past few months, I have been doing nothing but remaining silent, getting up to go to school, doing work at school, coming home, and sobbing into my pillow.

He was the comforting hand upon my shoulder,

He was the cure for sadness, and the bringer of happiness,

He was my father.

Ever since I was little, he was there for me.

"B-but I don't think he can be here for me now..." tears stung my eyes as they rolled down my cheek, onto my pillow as I sobbed. I gripped the pillow hard, and cried into the soft, fluffy pillow as the memories of the single-greatest friend in my life, my father, floated about in my mind.

I miss him so much...

I love you, Dad...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * Several Months Ago...

"Thanks, Dad!" I cheerfully exclaimed, hugging my father as I wrapped the carved bracelet he gave me around my wrist.

"You're welcome, Shane." my father smiled sincerely. He looked down at me, then offered, "Want to go get some ice cream?"

Looking up, I smiled back at him. "Sure." and so, we began to stroll down the sidewalk, which wasn't a far stretch to the Farmers' Market. "Dad?" I looked inquisitively at my father.

"Yes?" he answered.

"I've been wanting to ask you this for a while... Is it okay if I ask you this?"

"Of course, you're my son!"

"Well... There's this girl I like..." I blushed.

Dad chuckled understandingly, "Ah boy, you're just like me when I was your age. So, you want to know how to get her to be yours, I suppose?"

"Yeah..." I replied sheepishly as we walked.

"Well my old man taught me not to be shy, give 'er a go and if she likes 'ya, she's all yours, bud!" my father grinned at me, and winked playfully. Me and him chuckled.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Me and my Dad entered the Farmers' Market, which held a freezer for ice-cream. I picked out my favorite, "Brownies on the Moon, medium." I whispered to my father.

He smiled at me, and ordered our frozen treats. He ordered French Vanilla, it was his favorite flavor.

I smiled back at him as he payed, and we walked from the Farmers' Market with ice-cream cones in our hands, eagerly licking away at the frozen deliciousness of our frozen treats. Some of my Brownie on the Moon ice-cream was trickling down the side, which I licked up.

Eventually, all that was left was the cones. I munched on mine, but Dad had a styrofoam bowl, not a cone. "Thanks, Dad." I smiled at him, my father giving me a warm and welcoming smile back.

We held hands as we walked home. I really looked up to my father; he was a very nice person, my best friend on Earth. We had the best of times together.

We talked together, we laughed together, we helped one-another out, the list goes on.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * Present Day...

I held the bracelet that Dad had given to me close to my chest. "I'll always remember you..." escaped my mouth in a mutter between tear-filled cries as rain battered against the house, lightning cracking and thunder rumbling.

"... Always..."

More tears filled my eyes as the next memory came.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * Three months ago...

My parents were arguing as I was doing my homework. They had started this behavior only few days ago. Every couple argues, I thought to myself as I was completing some algebraic expressions. I didn't like it when they argued; Dad was yelling. I never liked it when he yelled, which was a rare, rare occurrence.

"Equals forty-two... Done." I said, neatly stacking the two pages of loose-leaf as I sighed, lying back in my computer chair. I heard foot steps, coming closer to my door. I received a knock, presumably from my father, whose footsteps were too heavy to be Ma's. "Come in." I said, the door opening, revealing my father in a jacket, holding a suitcase. I looked at him inquisitively, and he went to one knee in front of me.

He hugged me sympathetically, before telling me the news. "Shane... Daddy's going away for a long time." he pecked me on the cheek sadly. Shocked with this news, I began to look sad and worried. My father picked up on this, and put hands on both of my shoulders. "I'll always be there with you. Alright?"

I nodded half-understandingly. Tears began to fill my eyes as my father stood up. "I-I... I-I'll m-miss y-you..." I muttered.

My father nodded sadly, before closing the door. I reached my hand out, but to no avail as the door already closed. I clenched my fist in sadness, and let the tears run down my face. "No..." I dropped to the ground, holding my face in my hands. "N-no... D-don't... D-don't go..." tears mercilessly stung away at my eyes, as I began to cry into my hands. Finally understanding my father's departure, I cried, "GOOD-BYYYEE!!" I fell onto the floor, crying in agonizing emotional pain.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * Several weeks later...

I was in the living room, playing on my PS3. I was playing Prototype 2. Fun game, until your mother comes in sobbing.

I dropped the controller onto the couch as I paused the game, hearing my mother's crying. "M-mom? What's wrong?" she hugged me. I could easily tell something was wrong. Does she regret leaving Dad? I wondered hopefully.

What my mother told me next, I would never forget.

"I-I'm sorry..." she wept into my shoulder. She looked into my eyes, hers red from the tears. "Shane, h-honey... Dad got in a car crash... He... H-he didn't make it." she cried into my shoulders. My supportive arms fell limp.

"Wh... Wha... Wh-what?" I began to have tears of my own. No... Anything but that... Anything... ANYTHING BUT THAT... My eyes flowed with tears of anger and pain, "No! It's not true! I won't believe it! He is still ali-"

"Shane, h-he's dead!" my mother force-fed the information into my mind, I could tell that she was telling the truth from her tone.

My heart broke. I grew a massive look of hurt on my face.

I ran up to my room, jumping into my pillow and crying into it.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * Present Day...

That pillow was now soaked with the tears of my sorrow. Many weeks, hours and days, all gone due to my uncontrollable feelings for my Dad. "H-he's in a better place now..." I held the tear-stained bracelet to my chest, closing my puffed-up, reddened eyes. "I wish I could be there with you..." I muttered, holding the bead-necklace to my face.

Suddenly, I was painfully electrically shocked. The metal chain that connected the beads shocked me greatly, causing great pain to soar throughout my body. I realized that I had conducted electricity, due to a lightning bolt.

The explosion from the thunder is what sent the world from my point of view to a 90-degree angle, before I blacked out.