No begging to be in it. This is personal to some who know the real me. And please don't ask why it's personal or what the real me is. ------------ "Bastard! You hook up with a slut and a whore in a brothel! And you got drunk!" I was 3 and this mom and dad war has been happening for months now. It was a coincidence it haplened when I was sent to the hospital. Where I am now. "Anna please... I just wanted some "fun"...!" I was puking and coughing... And sneezing as well. I laid there in the dark, crying as they said I might not be well until the next 3 months. "Kit, don't you start this with me. I HAD ENOUGH! You hit me, you flooded our home, you wouldn't get us a car even if we needed one... YOU'RE A HORRIBLE FATHER AD HUSBAND! LEAVE THIS HOUSE!" Then it happened. *crash.* The sound of a flashlight hitting a human skull. *scream* The screaming of a woman. *...* Silence and regret. *beep. Beeep. Beeeep.* Next thing I knew... She was in the same building as me. Getting stitches. ----- 2 years ----- I play with my old tea set, not knowing what my parents were saying since I knew no official language. Until now. "I want a divorce." My ears perked up but i ignored it. "We talked about this." My nana peaked through the doorway. "No Kit. I want a divorce. NOW!" She slammed her fist onto the table. Making my porcelain cup break. But I still ignored it. I used to think it was a mischievous fairy, doing all it can to make trouble. "Rosa. Bring her in the room." ------ Ehh... Memories... And guys, my name will not be mentioned.
2 days after the fight ------- "Sweetheart I know this is hard for you but... Daddy and Mummy aren't together anymore so sweetie... Is it mummy or daddy?" I was still that stupid to not understand what she said. But by the Grace of God, Fate had led me to the feminine side. My father had that vicious face of his and my mother put on a fake smile, like I would everyday. I rushed to my mom and hugged her, scared about he'd do what he did to mom to me. ----- 3 weeks after ------ May 19. My official birthday. I watched as my classmates ran around and laughed. I stared at them far away as a put on my best fake smile. I knew that I would never see my dad again until I was 8. No seeing each other, no personal contact... Just a damn phone. I walked to the group of children who used to be my friends and smiled. My old friend Tyler. Unlike the Tyler now, he was a brunette and my best friend. Along with Julie. The faintest detail of them... Julie had frizzy hair and Tyler had a buzz cut. Tyler was sorta my best friend and my crush. I was so gullible. I had new crushes each time a cute guy showed up. But Tyler wasn't like the other crushes. He was nice. We hung out and laughed together... Even if we couldn't fully understand each other, we were friends. I still remember them since they were big parts of my life but we drifted away, and never got in touch. I knew they already forgot me. So did my other best friends. They all left and forgot little pathetic me.... "Sweetie! Come! Blow out the candles!" I rushed to my mom, almost tackling her as I blew out the candles. ------ Another update. Ahh Tyler... Not the hothead redheaded aussie but that funny brunette... ^_^. Too bad he forgot me...
Grade 5. 10 years. Semptember. ------- "Oh God... Look at the girl there! I heard her parents got divorced and remarried... I think her dad married that whore...! And her mum married a junkie! Ugh...." I used to blink away those tears, smile as they wave and say they'd want to know my deepest darkest secrets and keep them. Lies. The schoolbell rung and it was time for recess. I ran downstairs and met up with my two aussie friends. Tyler and James. Today we were going to set a leaf on fire. Shit. "Tyler Milburn and James McCauly. Where the heck did you come up with such an idiotic idea?!" Our obese principal who was female, yelled at them. I weaseled out of trouble with my gift of making excuses and lies which always got me out of trouble. ------ 11 years old. ------ "Fuck!" That Christian Romine again. Fuck. "Hey! Yes you! Your parents are so Fucked up! Your life is screwed!" We used to scream at each other then become aqquaintences again. Very shitty idea. ----- Home ----- I went back home and sighed. Another fight. Mom and HIM would yell and fight and break up and make up. I was sick of it. I wanted to die. Run away. Then my father's side... ----- He'd always brung me gifts. Yet he couldn't love me or mom. His wife was desperate for a child. She'd give him drugs and medicine. He'd smoke all day. He'd die when I'll be 35. My guess. I'd never have a perfect life. Yet I was a perfectionist. ----- End. Details get way to gruesome over the age of 11. Kisses and hugs!