Please Don't Take me Home

The wind blew and the trees rustled, making the fact that I was alone in a cemetery even scarier.
I let out a small breath pulling my hood up as I walked up the hill. I put my hands in my pockets too. The bag I was carrying hit the side of my leg every step I took.
Why did it have to be so fucking cold. IT'S ALMOST MAY!
But then again I'm in Michigan, and it's like this every year.
The road was a mix of dusty dirt and mud making my shoes dirtier then they already were, since they are my only pair of shoes.
After 5 minutes of walking up the hill, I was finally where I needed to be.
"Hi dad," I whispered sitting down in front of the grave stone, I felt myself start to cry, "So uh, um, to-today's my birthday, I turned 13."
I paused to wipe my eyes.
"And uh, me and mom moved again," I bit my lip "So I'm, only a few minutes away now." I opened the bag out and pulled out a tiny cupcake I had bought on my way here.
"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Kellin, happy birthday to me." I sung under my breath.
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"Fuck!" I screamed sitting up.
"What's wrong?" Vic asked putting his hand on my arm.
"Wh-wh-what's today's date?" I asked staring at Vic.
"Why?"
"What's to-to-today's date?" I repeated.
"April 23rd, Why?"
"Oh my god," I put my face into my hands "How th-the f-f-fuck did I for-for-forget that?"
"Forget what?" Vic said sounding concerned.
"Ev-every year on my bir-bir-birthday,the 24th, I go and vi-vi-visit my dad. But I ju-ju-just forgot th-th-this year." I said with my face still in my hands
How the fuck did I forget my own fucking birthday?
There was a moment of silence.
"It's 3 right now," Vic said "How long is the drive?"
"5 ho-ho-hours" I said sighing and laying back down.
"Be right back." Vic said running out of the room, the front door opened and slammed shut.
I let out a small sigh and felt one single tear roll down my face.
I quickly wiped it away.
'You cry too much' I thought
"I know." I answered out loud.
I laid in the bed for a few minutes before I decided to change into different clothes.
I sang softly to myself as I took my shirt off and went threw my clothes.
'Could you check my pulse for me to see if I'm alive?
Cause every time that I am near you is the only time I feel alright...'
I took the stupid boot off my ankle,my ankle didn't look swollen any more.
'If there were any way I could think to turn back time,
I Would stay here with you...'
I pulled my jeans off and threw them across the room.
'Sometimes I sit and wonder, sometimes I feel like letting go.
All I know is no one should have to be alone...'
"You have a nice voice," Vic said from the door, I grabbed a random pair of pants and covered myself "You should sing more often."
I blushed, "C-c-can you tu-tu-turn around...pl-pl-please." He didn't answer he just turned around faced the wall "You can keep singing." He said.
'I don't want to be alone, I don't want to die alone,
I could fall apart here and now, I don't want to die alone."
I pulled my pants up, and pulled my shirt over my head.
"Can I turn around now?" Vic asked.
"Ye-ye-yeah." He turned around and faced me smiling.
"So, are you ready for a little road trip?" Vic asked
"Wh-wh-what?"
"Of coarse you're ready for one! We're going to Michigan for your birthday!" He said walking up to me putting his arms around my waist.
I smiled, "Ju-ju-just let me pack my ba-ba-bag."
"I'll be in the car." Vic whispered kissing my cheek, he let go of my waist and turned on his heel and walked out of my room.
I quickly scanned the room for my phone, i found it lying by the door, I opened to see there was one contact- my mom.
I dialed and wait for her to answer
"What the fuck do you want Kellin?"
"Uh, I'm,um, going t-t-to Michigan w-w-with---"
"Kellin why the fuck are you going there?"
"Tomorrow's my bir-bir-bir-birthday, and I always sp-sp-spend it with dad, and---"
"You can go but you better be back tomorrow, or else you're in deep shit."
With that she hung up. It could've gone worse.
I put my phone on my bed and quickly searched for a spare bag.
Which I didn't have.
I sighed and grabbed my notebook. And a blade.
Just in case.
I held the notebook in my hand put the blade in my back pocket. With that I ran out of the house and ran to the car where Vic was sitting in the driver's seat.
"Ready?"
"Yup!" I got into the car, and put my book on my lap.
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I walked slowly up the hill crying. I wiped my eyes with back of my glove.
I had cut the fingers off these, They were my dad's but they were to big on me, and Mom wouldn't buy me any gloves.
I walked up the hill seeing some people around other graves visiting there family. Some of them turned and looked at me.
I mean I wouldn't blame them, its not very often you see a 8 year old at a graveyard by themselves at night.
I walked to the grave and collapsed and starting crying, which turned into sobs whiten 2 minutes,
"Why'd you have to leave me with her dad?" I cried "She's gonna kill me one day." I cried for a awhile after that until I could finally catch my breath.
"I turned 8 today," I whispered,tears began to roll down my face again, "and..and I miss you a lot."
I opened my bag up and pulled out a tiny cookie I had bought.
"Happy birthday to me."
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"Kellin?" Vic shook my arm "We're at the hotel."