Sorry haven't been on pimd for a while, been in hospital, I'm ok now but all my stories are lost so I'm just gonna start a new one, I haven't wrote anything down yet and I'm just making this up as I go along. Don't care if I get no readers! I just like writing so anyway here I go! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ my dad was a really kind man, he was so honest and grateful, you would think he came from heaven.my mum and dad loved each other so much, they depended on each other so much that if one of them went, there other would fall completely... Then when I was 10, mum passed away in a fatal accident, she fell down the stairs and broke her neck. Daddy was devastated, he began to drink more and more, he would leave me for days in a stinking dump of a house, sometimes with no food, sometimes even locked in. Daddy would come home smelling of cheap perfume and tobacco, a prostitute under his arm and a beer can in the other hand, he would lock me in the small, damp cupboard under our stairs. I would stay there until the prostitute had left. Hungry and depressed, my small, innocent body would lay. I didn't tell anyone, because he was my daddy, without him I had no one and without me he wasn't safe... I would stop him from going that step to far, that extra drink, that extra smoke. Eventually I moved put, I was 19, it was sad, I couldn't leave him. He needed to clean up his act, I wasn't there to stop him any more...
I walked down the street, pink blossoms fell, staining my boots as the sun shone on my soft, pale face. I walked up to the door, the blue paint was chipped and marks of abuse Stained the door. I edged it open and looked around... "dad?!?" I looked into the living room, a foul stench of rotten flesh and booze filled my nose as I looked down to the urine stained carpet. There lay my dear father, a beer in his hand and a cold looking body. "daddy?!?" I began to cry, warm salty tears of anger and remorse filled my eyes as I fell to my knees... Dad was dead! I grabbed the phone... "hello 99 I've. Came to report a death, please come quick, it's... It's my dad" After a further conversation I hung up and waited, minutes later they arrived and took him away. "he had it coming to him" I walked home, the blossoms which seemed so pure, now just like soggy, rotten petals.
So...good! And what happened?! I hope our leg feels better. I hope no one else got injured in the crash. And...when you said in the story about the dad locking her in a tiny cupboard under the stairs, I thought, HARRY POTTER! :3 Anyways, BUMP!
Love it! So sorry about the car crash and being in the hospital! Keep writing! So many exclamation marks Anyways, BUMP!