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Hubris: A Fictional Narrative

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"Don't worry, Tori," my dad tried to tell me before he died, but twelve-year-old me wasn't listening. I was too scared, because if my dad said those words, it meant they were going to be his final ones. "Victoria, look at me. Please, Tori, just look." I had never before heard his voice like this. He was pleading with me, his voice sounding so broken. "When I go wherever I'm going, I don't want to go there knowing that you're lost. I want you to know that you need to keep being my happy little girl." My hands were clamped over my ears, but I could still hear him quietly sobbing. "Dad. Just shush, you'll be okay, just be okay. Please be okay," I begged. "I love you, Tori, and I'm going to die. I'll be okay, but I want to know that you'll be okay. …show more content…

Instead his sobs turned choppier and more erratic. I was suddenly scared that he was going to die right there. "My boy's gone. My baby is dead!" Mom grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room. I could still hear his sobs as she dragged me to the elevator. When I tried to sleep that night, they were all I heard. The only time they went away that week was when he died and my sobs replaced his. Chapter 2 Six years later, I was a perfectly adjusted teenager with friends and a safe home, despite the fact I had lost three fourths of my family. Hayden was the only one that stayed after Lucca and my dad died. My mom left me not even a week after they died. I never really understood why she left, but after a while I was glad that she did. I was better off living with just Hayden. He loved me, even if I was never really close with him. We were born seven years apart, so we didn't really have much to bond over. My other brother -- Lucca -- and I were a different story, however. Lucca was only four years apart and we were close. He would defend me from bullies, and when Mom and Dad fought, he would let me watch TV with him in his room so I couldn't hear their

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