Running Away from You

A bright light wakes me from a deep sleep.
I cover my eyes with my hand
and slowly sit up.

I finally open my eyes to an empty white room.
My bed has disappeared and I now lay on a cold floor.
I slowly rise and look around the room and
All I see is white.

Suddenly, I hear a very distinct laugh.
I quickly turned around to see if anyone is there,
but I see no one.

The laugh echos through the room once again.
I start to circle around the room
to find the person who I knew the laugh belonged too.
"Dad?" I said in a shakey voice.

After circling around the room several times
I see a figure in the distance.
It seems like it is coming closer and closer to me
and all I can do is stare at it as it comes.

I finally can make out the features of the figure:
A little over six feet tall.
Short brown hair.
Light green eyes.

My heart stops when I realize who the figure is.

The man stops right in front of me
and smiles.
He extends a hand towards me,
not saying a word.

"Dad...?"

My mouth is wide open.
I try holding back the tears,
but they start to spill out of my eyes.
Not thinking, I turn away from my dad and run.

I run as fast as my legs could take me.
The white room was endless.
Tears are streaming down my face even faster
and I grab my chest in pain.

I turn around and I can't see my dad anymore.
I face forward once again and see an image of him,
his hand still extending towards me
with his distint smile on his face.

I close my eyes and scream.
"I don't deserve your forgivness.
I don't deserve your love.
I don't deserve to be your daughter."

I open my eyes and his face is still right there.
He is still smiling.
He is still extending his arm.
He still loves me.

And all I can do is run.

Suddenly, his face slowly begins to fade.
He puts his arm to the side
and continues to smile at me.
Then, he is gone.

"Dad!"

I wake up screaming in my own bedroom.
It is pitch black in my room
and I quickly turn on a light.

My face is full of sweat
and my breathing is heavy.
I slam my hands against my mattress
and begin to sob.

"Dad, I am so sorry.
I didn't mean to be angry at you.
I didn't mean to run away from you.
I am so sorry for being an awful daughter."

I glance at the picture of my dad on my dresser.
He has the same smile on his face as in my dream.
I grab the picture and just stare at it,
watching as tear drops fall on to the picture.

The picture begins to shake in my hands:
"I wish I could tell you just one more time that I love you.
I am so sorry dad,
for everything."