she lost everything
He had everything
She was the nobody, the troubled girl with a good heart
He was the freak, the bad boy, someone you shouldn't cross paths with.
Her fathers death changed everything, a good life with a cruel twisted turn.
His gan...
I still dream of the days where I only knew laughter, happiness and love... but now they were long, long gone. Today I was turning 16, its been 10 long hard years since my father passed, it was just me and Pam my mother. Someone once told me that "life wasn't fair". They were right... I lost my father to cancer, my mother to grief, and alcohol.
When my father was alive, before we knew of the cancer we were one big happy family, we never had money issues, never worried about a thing, I didn't even hear my parents fight. They were soul mates my mother would tell me, and I believed her, they were the definition of love. When we found out about the disease, the sickness that rotted the soul of our family, everything crumbled away, they fought all the time, my mother never was home always had a beer in her hand, my father lost his job at the factory due to being unreliable from appointments and chemo, and I was forgotten about, I didn't mind because I understood that my father was in pain, and was very sick, I always made sure to show him the love he was missing from mother.
It got worse from the moment he left this plane, when his soul lifted from his body and sailed to heaven, my mother she turned against me, blaming me for his death as if a 6 year old girl caused lung cancer, as if losing her job due to her always being drunk was a 6 year old's fault, when in reality I was struggling along with her, I had lost my father, my co-captain to my train set, my protector who always looked under my bed each night to reassure me there was no monsters under the bed. Little did he know the real monster was sleeping next to him each night.
I wipe my eyes to wipe my tears away as I look at my fathers picture. "God I hope it's better up there then it is down here... I miss you dad" I mumble to myself as I carefully place the frame on my desk. It was the only thing I had left of him, Pam threw everything else out that reminded her of the soul mate she lost. I rub my eyes as a yawn leaves my lips, I wince slightly as the bruises in my ribs ache from last nights beating. I groan softly as I carefully stand on my feet as I put on a hoodie and mom jeans. After getting ready I head down stairs making Pam some pancakes and setting down a beer next to it before slipping on my shoes and slipping out into the cold crisp air as I make my way to school.
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(This is what she is wearing or what I imagine she is)
