This is my new book I'm starting...i still need a title for the book so any ideas are welcome! comments and criticism always welcome^^
Well I’m actually surprised I haven’t been found yet. It’s almost been a whole day, and normally when I try to run away they find me within a few hours. This time I got smart and left at night when they were out partying. My parents are probably yelling at each other more then often, if that’s even possible. Let me tell you how this terrible life on mine started. Even if you don’t want to listen, try to stay interested in it.
It all started on a rainy December day; the day I was born. Growing up my parents thought I acted un-child like and you know what? I can’t blame them. I was an awkward child and trust me, when I got older I just became stranger. At first my parent though nothing of it, but the older I got the more they worried. Typical parents I guess. At least that’s what my friends tell me. I don’t really know what it’s like to have normal parents.
Now my life was fine from my point of view until I was seven. That’s when everything went downhill. It all started when they took my Dad away. He had gone out drinking a lot and I knew that had something to do with it, but whenever I asked Mom where he went, or why he was going away she wouldn’t tell me. She didn’t talk much after that and she became even more distant then before. All she ever did was cry, and I just sat in my room most of the time. I didn’t really have friends and I still don’t really.
I always knew Mom was sick, but when Dad went away she got so bad Poppy had to come and live with us. That was also a bad thing since I hated Poppy and still hate Poppy. He never really liked me, so in return I never liked Poppy. Mom always told me he loved and cared for me, but I knew he didn’t. I think she knew as well, but what kind of daughter wouldn’t try to defend her father? She always tried to please Poppy, but trust me that’s beyond impossible.
When Mom got too sick to hold me, my days of sitting on laps were over. Poppy told me it was time to grow up; time to be a big girl. Now what kind of person would tell an eight year old to grow; to be a big girl? Poppy apparently. I know that Poppy lost Mimi but he didn’t have to take his grief out on Mom and me. We all missed and still miss Mimi. Poppy just couldn’t deal with his emotions, and that’s why I think he was such a messed up guy.
As the years went by, Mom just became more and more ill. No thanks to Poppy though. He was always yelling at her to get her act together. I know Poppy was Mom’s dad but why did he always have to yell at her? Why couldn’t he try to comfort her through her pain? But that didn’t happen, so when he was yelling at her I would just hide in my room, cover my head with blankets and try to block out the screaming. It never worked though. The yelling pierced my ears like nothing ever did and never could before and after.
On my ninth birthday I got an unexpected present.(if you would call it that) My Dad was back from jail. Now I still don’t know why my Dad was sent there, but I don’t think I want to know. Anyways, at first I was happy to have him home, since Poppy left and it seemed thing were back to the way they were supposed to be. Then the fighting and yelling began. Mom and Dad never did it around me, but I could hear it anyways. The yelling and fighting only made my Mom more ill, and by the age of ten I knew she wasn’t going to last much long.
 miroku fan 101 · Tue Jun 03, 2008 @ 01:35am · 0 Comments |
