Saturday, June 9th 2018
Everyone woke up early Saturday morning, right as the sun was rising, that is, everyone except the father. Lazy bastard. He slept in till noon while everyone else started moving in the last of their things. I enjoy hanging out in Anna's room with its pale yellow walls, dozens of paintings and sentimental objects. She has a comforting aura and she reminds me of Dorothy, Dorothy would have loved Anna.
I've learned the rest of the family's names as well. The son's name is Peter Smith he has tanned skin, freckles and long brown hair which he's grown out to his shoulders and he seems to be very proud of it, he's only 14, he was named after his grandfather, the oldest daughters name is Ivy, she's only 16, she's got waist length strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes, the mom's name is Melanie Smith she has big blue eyes and red hair just like Anna Smith and the dad's name is Ray Smith a bigger man with short blonde hair and a drinking problem. Such a shame such a nice name went to such a horrible man.
Once they finish unpacking everything all the kids are playing in Anna's room while the mom makes dinner and the dad is on the couch yelling at the tv... ofcourse. I begin to grow sad watching it all go on, Melanie's a sweet mother with sweet kids who don't deserve the situation they are in. I wish I would have had kids, me and Dorothy tried for years. That is before we found out she was infertal. Ever since the day she found that out the sparkle in her eyes was just never the same, she was never as happy as she used to be, although no matter how unhappy she grew, I never stopped loving her, she will always be my spark.
I'll never forget the day she died. I went upstairs to our room because she had been sleeping in later than usual so I went in to check on her. I walked into her lifeless body hanging there with a note drenched in her tears. I'm sorry I just couldn't take it anymore. There seems to be a hole in my heart that I can not fill. I was going to pass soon anyways. I do not want to keep suffering. This was not your fault. I love you. Please do not let this hold you back from living happily. I immediately collapsed to the ground. My body parts feeling disconnected from each other and my head spinning as tears streamed down my face. I called 911 as I was gasping for air and trying to explain to the dispatcher what was wrong. But by the time the ambulance arrived, it was too late, she was already gone. I knew she was gone, I knew she died the second the chair fell and her body went limp. But I didn't accept it until months later. I kept calling for her, but she never answered.
The day she died was the day I broke. I was never the same after I lost my Dorothy and I was so happy when I died because I thought I would be able to finally see my Dorothy again but I stayed, I stayed in this house. The house I began to hate. The house I lost her in, the house everything changed in. 15 minutes passed and Melanie called for her kids to let them know dinner was ready, she made mac and cheese and chicken nuggets. The father grew angry when he saw what the mom had made. "All this processed food!? No wonder our children are so stupid! It's because all you feed them is this garbage!" The father lifted his hand to hit the mom when suddenly, Peter fought his father back. The father had a fire in his eyes. However he did not hit Peter. Even though you could tell he wanted to. Instead he climbed into his old beat up Chevrolet truck and drove off while music blared through the speakers. Coward.
