what makes a song a hit?asking alexandria chap#1

"Alexandria!" I heard my dad yell from the living room. 'Oh god what is it this time' I asked myself as I headed downstairs. Its not as though I didn't like my dad, but he was always trying to get me to speak to him. I'm mute, ever since my mother left when i was five,

**flashback**
I walked downstairs to see my mother about to walk out the door "mummy, where are you going?" I asked. "I'm leaving" she said, rather abruptly. "Mummy why?" I looked at my dad "daddy, why is mummy going?" my mother turned to me "I'm leaving because I can't stand you and your father, you were a mistake, and your father is a joke" I tried to grab her leg, but she pushed me away and slapped my across the face.  I started to silently cry, as she stalked furiously out the door and got into a car, which drove off immediately.
**end of flashback**

From that moment on I had nothing more to say, so I didn't. I haven't spoken in 10 years, no matter what my father, or brother, could change. I had never gotten along with my brother in the first place.  My brother, Sam, who was 23, had left home at 19 to start a band, which had surprisingly taken off and become quite popular about three years ago.  I slowly treaded down the stairs and peeked around the corner. My dad was sitting at the table, with the phone in his hand "what topping would you like on your pizza?" he asked looking hopeful. 'peperoni please' I signed, his hopeful expression faded into one of disappointment and he nodded slowly, repeating the order into the phone. I immediately started up the stairs and retreated to my room.

After I had eaten my fair share of pizza I decided to go to bed, I went upstairs and looked at the time, it read "10:00". 'perfect' I thought, I then went to give my father a  kiss on the cheek, "goodnight" he said, not taking this eyes off the football game that he was engrossed in. I slowly walked up the stairs, turned the lights off and got under the covers, quickly falling asleep.

I woke the next morning to clear skies and sun shining through my curtains, trying desperately to reach my room. I got up and remembered it was Sunday, a smile creeped onto my face and I skipped downstairs to have breakfast.  The first thing I noticed was that my dad was not downstairs, oh well, he's most likely at work right now.  After I had finished breakfast I walked up the stairs, but couldn't help but notice my fathers bedroom door open just a crack, I looked in to see his bed unmade, how uncharacteristically messy of him, his bed was always done in the morning. I frowned and entered only to discover that he was still asleep. I started to become a little worried, my dad never slept in especially on a Sunday. I shook him, but he didn't stir, I shook him harder, nothing. I closed my eyes and whispered "dad?" nothing.  I started to cry, shaking him harder and harder, he wouldn't move, I chacked to see if he was breathing. He wasn't. I ran downstairs, grabbed the phone and called 000, I help the phone to my ear, my hand shaking violently. "hello, what is your emergeny?" I heard from the other end. I took a deep breath, 'I can do this' I thought to myself, 'I can do this'. Slowly I started to speak "my dad, he wont wake up, hes not breathing, please help me" I said, my voice shaking.  "okay, remain calm dear, can you tell me your address please?" " 42 sandford drive, ashton" I replied. "okay, thank you someone will be there within a few minutes. I hung up, not able to say a word, again, I had no more to say, I succumbed into silence.

Soon I heard sirens in the distance, I ran outside to see an ambulance pull up next to my house. Two men ran out of the ambulance, they ran toward my open door and pushed me aside. The turned to me "where is your father hun?" one of them asked. I took his wrist and pulled him up to my dads room, they ran in and started checking him over. I ran downstairs and sat on the couch, I began to softly cry. I waited 30 minutes and heard nothing about my father, lots more people came, lots more people left. Soon, a woman came down the stairs and looked at me with a grim expression. "Miss Bettley we're sorry, your father has passed away, there is nothing more that we can do" I felt myself go dizzy, I put my head in my hands and tried to steady myself but I knew what was about to happen, within a few seconds I had passed out.

I was at my fathers funeral, it had been 3 days since he had died and I still hadn't said a word. Sam had come back and was standing with me by his grave as we said our goodbyes, he held me tightly as we cried together and after the service he pulled me toward his car.  "Listen sweetie-pie, I know that this is hard, but you have to come and live with me in America" I looked at him and shook my head, there was no way I was leaving my dad, or that house. "Alex please?" he got down to my height, "you don't have a choice in this you know, I'm sorry Hun" I looked at him, he was the only one who ever called me Alex, reluctantly, I nodded and he gave me a small smile. "We'll leave tomorrow then hun" he said before kissing my head and lightly pushing me toward the car. I got in the back seat and turned up my Ipod looking out the window in agony, watching the scenery go past, becoming a blur as the tears clouded my eyes and began to roll down my cheeks.