*Ashley’s dream*
Fifteen year old Ashley comes home from school. She is so excited because today is Friday and her dad is supposed to spend the whole weekend with her. She hasn’t seen her father in forever, it seems to her. She walks through the door and immediately she senses something wrong. The house is quiet. Every time her dad comes, he has one of his album’s playing blasting from the stereo. But not today. Slowly, she makes her way into the kitchen.

“Dad?” she calls out. No answer.

“Dad, are you here?” Still no answer. ‘It’s alright, Ash. Don’t freak out. Maybe… maybe he’s just late and didn’t make it yet.’ Ashley tells herself. Still walking slowly, she walks in to the living room. A quick glance around; nobody’s there. She makes her way up the stairs. As she reaches the top, she can hear music playing softly from one of the rooms. Her room, she realizes. ‘Ok, this is ridiculous. Maybe he’s trying to scare me. Yay! Haha. Well, I got him now!’ With a smile now on her face, she walks as quietly as she can down the hall toward her room. She gently grabs hold of the door knob and counts to three.

‘One’ Slowly turning the knob.

‘Two’ Getting ready to burst through the door.

‘Three!’ She bursts through the door and the last thing she ever imagines she would see is lying on her bed. Her dad, lying face down on the bed. Smoke is coming from an ash tray on the bedside table next to him and there’s a needle stuck in her dad’s arm.

“DAD!!” Ashley shouts, rushing over to him.

“Dad, Come on!! Wake up! Dad, please wake up!” She reaches over him to feel for a pulse. There is none.

“no, No, NO! Dad, please wake up. Please wake…up!” Ashley’s voice trails off as tears quickly stream down her face. She stays there shaking him. After a while she just stays there rooted to the spot, knowing that her dad is dead and isn’t waking up.

*End of dream*

Kyla’s P.O.V.
Finally, she’s home. She really needs to stop staying out so late. I’m always scared that she might not make it back. It’s almost happened once and that was scary enough. She’s the only family I have besides my mom. I know she’s trying to be quiet too. I wonder if she knows that her trying to be quiet makes her louder. Maybe I should go check on her. Nah! If I do we’ll just get into an argument and I really don’t want to deal with a drunk Ashley.