Make me feel alive.

I walked home in the cold air. Once I got home, I reached the door and knocked. No answer. I knocked again but yet, nobody came. I decided to use my keys. I grabbed them from my pocket and then unlocked the door. As I was in, I could barely see. It was dark, except for a light, which came from the tv in the living room. I looked for the switch, but I saw something I wish I didn't. There was a shadow, sitting on a chair, with the arms pressed against the table. He had a bottle in his right hand, a glass in the other one. "Oh my freaking God." I said. I saw how his head slowly raised. "H-hey, man." he sounded really drunk, I could tell because there was a strange happy tone on his voice. "You're drunk, again."
"What? Can't I have a drink?"
"A drink? That's a fucking bottle, dad!"
He looked at me, then at the bottle in his hand, then at me, again. He let the bottle fall on the floor, breaking into little pieces. "I'm sorry, Gerard." he cried. "It's hard, y-you know. I-I don't want to see her t-that way. I d-don't want to l-live knowing that s-she's fucking dying and that t-there's no-nothing I can do. It's-" he stopped, sobs coming out. I tried to get closer to him, but he just got up and stepped back.
"It's not fair." I finished what he was trying to say. Dad nodded, not sure what to say. "I know, I know. It's not fair. But we have to go on, dad. No matter how hard it's going to be, we have to go on. We'll be okay. She'll be okay." I didn't believe at what I said. Of course, I didn't. We weren't going to be okay, mom wasn't going to be okay. But I had to let him calm down. I was losing my mom, I didn't want to lose my dad, too.
"How do you know?" he broke the silence.
"Honestly, I don't know. I just hope." I gave him a weak smile, it wasn't that easy to see, due to the fact that we were in the dark. He walked to where I was and stood in front of me. I hugged him. It was odd, embarrassing and everything but yet, it was the right thing to do. He murmured something I didn't hear, but I held him tighter.

"We're going to be okay, I promise. Me, you and Mikey, we're going to be okay."
He nodded again and broke our hug. "Where's Mikey, anyway?" He pointed to the couch. I walked to the couch and saw Mikey, who was peacefully sleeping, a small smile on his lips. He was freezing a bit, so I asked dad to go and grab him a blanket. Once he got me one, I put it on Mikey's fragile body, paying attention to not leave a piece of his body uncovered. Then, I sat next to him. "Tomorrow, we're all going to mom. I want to surprise her." I turned around to face my dad.
"We can buy her something, if that's okay. It will be the four of us together, again."

Notes

So, today's Christmas Eve! Merry Christmas Eve(?) everyone! So sad I'm not going to have a present this year, but I don't care. Hope you're all doing well. :)