Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you~
As I previously mentioned, I wasn't always this way. I had a comfortable childhood as childhoods go. I was just normal, I had normal thoughts and acted like any other kid around me. My mother was so good to me and my father was distant. I guess that's all there was to it. Then something happened. At the time I was clueless, all I knew was that my father begun to cry a lot more than he used to and my mum wouldn't be around as much. My father fed me lies to keep me happy, he fed me lies so I would never have to know the truth. Of course, he was foolish to do so because the truth always escapes somehow. There is no telling when it will happen, there are no warnings. The truth just explodes like a grenade creating whole worlds of destruction and hurt. Well, that's what happened to me at least.
This whole scenario had played out for some time until my naivety began to wear and my father knew that he couldn't keep pretending any more. He probably lied just as much for me as he did for him. I remember the night as if it were yesterday. Every word that was said now imprinted in my brain forever, this is what I can't escape. That night is where it all begun. That night is what fucked me up.
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"Daddy, where's mummy?" I questioned with a beyond innocent tone. My father grew nervous at my words. His eyes begun to glaze over as he stared at me. Continuing to fumble with his hands he choked out something.
"M...mummy isn't well Mikey." The tears that had been trapped in his eyes now started to escape. My face dropped immediately, my heart deflated and the life drained itself from my body.
"Why?!" I cried hysterically "T..that's not fair!" I sobbed relentlessly burying my face in my trembling hands. My fathers tears fell faster, he opened his mouth but no words could escape.
"She..um has cancer Michael." His tone was laced with trauma and heartache. The strong front he had been putting up had now been shattered in an instant. We both sat, in silence hopelessly mourning someone who wasn't even dead yet.
"D..Daddy, is she dying?" My words were being suffocated by my emotions. He looked me in the eyes and nodded microscopically while letting out a small but pained whimper. I slowly walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his cowered body in a tight embrace. I felt lifeless and empty. My mother was my rock, she was my everything. She was the only person I relied on and now she was being taken from me.
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My mother died 4 days later.
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Demons~ Muke
FanfictionMichael Clifford led a simple life without the burden of relationships and various responsibilities that he would never be able to keep up with. No one was looking over his shoulder, telling him what to do and he savoured that. He savoured the freed...
