i soon grew to hate my birthday. it reminded me of another year without mamma. it reminded me that i had no one. i didn't bother celebrating my sixteenth. but i did visit mamma. i brought flowers just for her.
her grave was dirty, and i tried my best to clean it. i put the flowers beside her and i stay for a bit. i talked to her, even cried. i told her about pappa, and how shitty he became. i told her life would never be the same now that she was gone.
i layed down beside her until dark. that's when i saw a million stars. mamma and i used to lay on the grass and connect stars all the time. she taught me a lot about stars. it amazed me when she talked about them. she sounded like a professional.
then i snap back to reality. my watch told me it was twelve am. so i get up and say bye to her. i put the flowers at the corner of her grave and walk away.
when i got home, the house was empty. it was normal, and i didn't expect much anyway. pappa always forgot about my birthday. i quickly ate something, washed the dishes and went into my room. i took a quick shower and got in bed.
i looked outside my window and admired the stars. i watched as people walked past my house. id give anything to be them. to be anyone, really. i'll do anything to escape my mind.
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athena
Short Storya diary she fills with her life. TW: ed, abuse, alcoholism, guns, drugs, r*pe, lots of suicidal thoughts, mentions of sh+doing, body dysmorphia, mentions of death. beware, these are serious topics, and please don't talk about them if you haven't exp...
