Writing Practice

20

Home had never been the best for me...

Dad was always talking on the phone with his 'friends' about which drugs to smuggle or which wine or beer to steal.

And if he wasn't doing that he was off fucking some other women.

Not like my mom ever cared, She just stayed with him for the endless supply of drugs.

She was either drinking away or getting high of drugs.

I just was stuck in the grey house. It was gray and abandoned.  Neither of my parents wanted me, I was a accident... a mistake.

They constantly reminded me as they would hit me for breaking a bottle of wine or beer. Or whenever they decided to make me their punching bag.

I was just used to it at this point.

I learned how to do things from watching others, all I could do around here was observe so why not learn while at it?

When I learned how to speak my mom yelled at me that I was a stupid mistake and that I was a talking smarts now.

 I just looked at her with no emotion on my face, anger was the emotion on her face as she threw the wine bottle at me.

It missed, but the wine fell on me. I didn't care, I just stared at her as she continued to yell.

Before she slapped me and walked away. I just walked to go watch something else, since she clearly didn't want me.

It was like this all the time. I was either watching, or being a punching bag to one of my parents.

I had to steal food, though I'd usually become a punching bag for that.

Either that or they gave me some crappy meal just to keep me from doing that.

It was like all days usually, my mom was mad that her wine had been delayed.

I just watched from the doorway as they fought. Soon it ended as he said he'd get more just so she'd shut up.

He walked out, pushing me out of his way.

My mom looked at me, the end of her little was broken off and she was holding the part with the handle.

And she threw it at me

I felt all the sharp ends piece through my head and all I felt was pain.

As the darkness slowly closed in... I saw my mom walk away without thinking twice.

I felt tears run down my face... I had hoped to make it out at least...

I then opened my eyes to see a all black, quite literally the color black, male figure. I could only see one of his eyes.

And a female who looked just like him. Their clothes seemed to be black as well because you couldn't see their privates... minus the breast on the female of course.

She also had one eye. She was had me next to her, having a blanket on me.

Her aura was comforting so I leaned on her. She smiled.

The male was tending to my wounds, he handed me what felt like a bag.

It looked like a paper ghost bag. I put it on my head.

They both smiled at me and I let myself fall asleep again, they were nice and comforting.

I woke up in the morning to see them with me, I was on a blanket.

They were burying my body, at the moment I realized I was dead which meant so were they.

But I felt calm... glad... at peace as a ghost with them.

The female noticed I was awake and went over to me, she pat me.

Her touch was soft and comforting. She gave a kind smile, "Don't worry me and my brother will take care of you"

I looked at her with a look of hope, "Really?"

She smiled a kind smile, "Yes really"

I smiled, feeling happy and loved for once in my life... well unlife.

But still... I was happy with two people who cared for me.