a true family

a true family chapter 2

                                                                                  chapter 2

I finally stopped crying, i didn't want to be in school but home wasn't anymore pleasnt. I felt alone ever since my mom died in a car crash 2 years ago, I was an only child, and didn't really have any friends. Ever since my mom died my dad is drunk twenty four seven, and has made it perfectly clear he doesn't want me around. My soul has been lingering aroung for 2 years, trying it's hardest to find a spot in this world, but it seems there is no room left for it.

There was no way i could return home so i had a place in mind that i needed to vist. I stopped a picked a wild flower, and continued walking to that place. Then finally i was there, I ran to my mothers grave, and placed the flower in front of it. "MOMMY please please just come back, i need why did you have to leave times are so tough. School is so hard, i have no friends, daddy isn't the same i have no one to turn to, i cant take it anymore i need you to hold me tight. Please come back why did you have to go, i miss you, and the love you provided me, and the way you hugged me. Your place can not be filled there is no love like a mothers love" i sobbed and tried to speak to my mother for hours, but it was no use there was no response.

I had realizied it had gotten dark out, i pulled my self from the muddy ground, and started to walk home. When I had got there my father was passed out in a chair with a can of beer in his hand, he snored heavily, and i could smell the achhol on him the stench used to burn my nose now i'm used to it. I tip toed trying so hard to make it so the floorboards let out thier erie creaking noise. I slowly walked up the stairs to the, and then to the attic. I used to have a real room, but my dad had decided i didn't deserve it. My room or should i say attic was pretty simple, there was a light, a pile of my clothes, and a sleeping bag. There wasn't much to it really, and quiet honestly i didn't mind. Wether it was much or not it was mine, and mine only. I set my glasses next to the wood floor next to me, and got into my sleeping bag.

It wasn't hard to go to sleep actully, it probally only took about 30 seconds i guess the day had really wore me out. At first it was actully a fairly good sleep, but it a took a turn for the worst i tossed and turned in my sleep ing bag. I knew it must of been a dream, but it felt so much like reality. I was in what seemed like a metal room tied to a steal chair. I kicked a screamed at the top of my lungs "let me go". Then all of a sudden a man with long red hair showed up, he wore a mobster suit, and had a lit cigar in the cornor of his mouth. He seemed very scary altough he didn't have any, buffness to him. Then he spoke in a low new york accent the bronks to be exact. "Well i guess you don't how this works do you". He paused and looked me in the eye " well do you", he questioned. I spoke my voice very shakey, and quiet nervous. "Well I guess I really don't explain"

He looked at me makeing me tremble, "I'm not feeding into your act, it's not even convinceible. I know your not dumb, and i know you know what i'm talking about." I had to be brave, toughed up "but why does it have to work your way?". Then all of a sudden the dream quickly stopped. I felt someone kick my head as i felt the sharp pain i heard my dad yell "get up, and get out i don't want you back till night . Do you understand!?". I quickly answered back my dad never liked to wait, "yes sir". It was a typical saturday i always had to leave cause my dad hated me ruining his weekends, and even if i stayed in my "room" the whole time my presence seem's to ruin everything.

i tried to think of me as my dad's mistake, even ifwas a mmistake i was his only mistake, his golden mistake. I tried to think of it that way but it did not help anything, like a broken mirrior if you tried to fix my family you would only get hurt with sharp, painful, stinging cuts. Let's face it i had nothing nothing at all, nothing to live for or to smile for i just took up space on this earth. I guess that isa what i was created for, maybe i am the space taker 3000, then again i wasnt that important.