Temptation

Darkness threatened me. As I sat there, in the forest, on an old stump, my mothers words taunted me in my head.  "Child, bad things happen at night, come home, before it gets too dark."

I solemnley stood up, gathering my things. I didn't want to leave, I never want to leave. This is my only place of freedom and choice. Honestly, I go through this battle everyday with myself.

My feet shuffled loudly as I scampered home. My house wasn't far, thankfully. It was actually right in front of the forest.

As soon as I got there, I was greeted by my mothers cold stare.

We stood in silence for a few moments before I said something.

"I'm sorry. I lost track of time."

My mother and I had very similar features. Jet black, curly hair, with stormy gray eyes, pale skin and naturally red full lips. She was also small like me. I stood at the height of 5 foot 2 and I'm 16. She is 38 and stood at the height of 5 foot 4.

"Morgan, I don't want to hear it. Go get your fathers medication and give it to him." With that, she walked away.

I gulped and dropped my bags down and went into the cabinet where my father's medication was waiting.

It was a little orange bottle with little white pills. My pale hand clamped around it's cold surface and ran up the stairs.

The portraits that hung on our wall, above the banister seemed to always catch my attention. The serenity of it all.

Five huge portraits of my anscestors hung on the wall. What was wierd was that they all had the same eyes as my mom and I. Stormy gray.

My attention drifted, and I went into my fathers room.

He was sick. Not only was he deaf, but permantly paralyzed. He could blink, and move his mouth slightly, but nothing dramatic.

He knows sign language, too. So he can understand, but just not respond.

As I enter the cold room, I see my fathers eyes frantically looking around the mostly blank room. When his eyes meet mine, he weakly surpresses a smile.

His lips try to mouth my name. Morgan, Morgan Bailey.

I do a hand movement in the air, which means something along the lines of, "Hi dad,"

I walk towards him, and open the bottle of pills, pulling out two. After I make him take it and drink it, I whisk off into my room. I change into a pair of shorts and a shirt.

Looking around, my mostly blue room, I couldn't help but wonder if I'm going to spend my life like this. Doing the same thing everyday.

Getting up, going to school, walking into the forest after school, coming home to my mother who I think hates me, and giving my dad his medication, then sleeping, and getting ready for a round two.

Maybe I could break that pattern tomorrow.

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Breaking the pattern was slightly harder then I thought it was going to be. Instead of taking the bus to school, I walked.

It felt like my movements were so forced. My muscles werent used to walking this way, or walking at all.

When I get to school, I was glad to see my best friend. Elena Crosse.

Her blonde hair fell in loose ringlets down her back. She had electric blue eyes with long eyelashes. She was really pretty.

"What took you so long? I've been waiting here for about 20 minutes."