Sahara's pov

"Ring! Ring!"

"Uggh! Who the heck calls at 3 in the morning!"

"Hello?" I say, still half asleep.

Then I hear a frantic reply from a familiar voice. It's my dad's closest friend. This is the first time that I've heard him this worried.

"What's wrong!?" I ask frantically.

"Well Sahara, I have very sad news for you," he replied.

"What is it?" I ask with a shaky yet stern voice.

"Your father has passed away just a few hours ago. I am extremely saddened and sorry to tell you this horrible news to you in this manner. He has had heart problems for a while... He just didn't tell you because he didn't want to worry you."

"WHAT!!!??" I scream.

"This can't be happening! Please tell me that it's not true!"

" I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, but it's true."

I start crying. Actually, more like bawling my eyes out. The tears wouldn't stop. Why did this happen? How could he have heart problems! He wasn't even 50 yet. He was the only person I had. No! This was all just a dream. A very long, cruel, realistic dream. I tried pinching and slapping myself, but i never woke up. It was all bare reality.