6628, Flowers in my Soul

Prologue

The shivering winter air rushed through my bones, skipping on my street, the cold temperatures only made me happier than I already was. Today was December 11th, 2012, and I was thrilled to be alive. I got to my house, and I opened the door, "Hello!! I'm home!" I smiled as I closed the door, took off my shoes, and tightened my backpack closer to me. "Mom?", I called out. "Dad?" I looked around in utter confusion until I looked into the living room. My mom and father were sitting there whispering while having a conversation. "Um..." I said softly. They jumped out of their seats like they didn't hear me come through the door, didn't hear me yell Mom and Dad, and didn't hear me walk to the place I'm standing.
"Hella! Give me and your father some privacy!", she barked at me. I stood there, blank with confusion, still. "Mom I just got home. Neither of you answered when I called out. What do you mean, give you some privacy, I was worried." She choked on my answer, surprised I actually had the guts to talk back to the "woman of the house." Because let's be honest. My mom acts like the dad and my dad acts like the mom. And out of the blue, I realized, "Mom!!", I yelled at her, almost coughing at my anger. She looked at me surprised, "God, child, what?" Not knowing why I was angry, not the slightest bit. She was so arrogant to the point where it surprised me. She didn't care about me, dad, or anyone in the family. It sickened me to my core. "It's my birthday..." I mumbled, "Speak up Hella. I can't hear you when you mumble like that, you know I have bad hearing." My face became hot, cheeks burning, tears forming in my eyes, "It's my birthday mother." I said stuttering, almost crying because of the fact that it was 3:30 pm and my mom, the one who had given birth to me, hadn't said happy birthday to me.
She sat there, nothing coming out of her mouth. "No it's not. Your birthday is the 21st. I'm your mother, you think I wouldn't remember that! What kind of mother do you think I am? Hella Crook! Your room, now!" She roared at me, my father looking at her in disbelief.

"Carey-" "Mike. Don't. She knows what she is doing. She isn't fooling anyone. Not me, not your and definitely not herself." A tear rolled down my face, she wasn't someone I could call my mother. I was ashamed that a creature like that gave birth to me. Me, of all people. "I hate you, I love dad more than you! I wish I was never your daughter!" I screamed at her in all anger. Her jaw dropped as I walked upstairs, I slammed my door, locked it and then fell into my bed.

What did I do?! My mom doesn't even remember my own Birthday... I am 16 years old today and she doesn't even care, doesn't even remember. Doesn't love me, and if she does, she doesn't show it.

I began to cry out in my bed and at the end, my pillow was wet, soaked, drenched from all my tears. And all of a sudden, my father's steps started to come up the stairs, and began to knock on my door. "Hella?" "Sweetie...?" He whispered through the crack in the door. "What. What could you possibly want?!" I choked on my words within my pillow. "I know this is a bad time, but I need to talk with you..." He said calmly. I laughed with my head in my pillow as I lifted it up. "What." I paused, "ya know what, just come in." I said as I reached and unlocked the door. And I sat on my pillow with a splotchy face and red eyes. He came in and closed the door, he sat down on my bed and coughed. "I'm just going to say this straight-forward." He said, looking me in the eyes. "What?" I asked him as I became a bit more calmer now as he is in the room. "We are moving to California."
I cracked out in a laugh, thinking he was joking. I mean, he must be joking. Right?

"Hella, I'm not laughing." My face changed from finally laughing to continuing to frown. "You're joking right." I nervously chuckled. Then the silent reply suddenly filled the answer that I didn't want. "Dad..." I whispered. "We aren't moving from Georgia to California."
"Right?"
It suddenly went silent, and my blood went cold...

"Right?!"

It went silent once again, only the steps from my mother were heard from downstairs. Opening the fridge ever so slightly, but loud enough that I could hear it, the stove turning on, and all the other normal things she did at 3:45 in the afternoon.

"Right?!"

His sigh made, everything worse. Making me leave my friends that I've known all my life, making me leave my hometown, my childhood, my soul... Everything that I have ever known, ripped from my hands, ripped from me, Me! All of it, gone.

My mind was lost, my soul was lost. I, was lost.