Till Death Does Me Apart

The Beginning

They all turned against me, my family...my own home. The night carried a burning aroma that I'll never forget...is this how it ends?

Before we get to the end, I shall bring to light you the beginning, my origin. My father was a young, smart man who dreamed of providing his family with a wonderful life. My parents were fairly wealthy, rich enough to afford a car, and housekeepers to take care of me so I could become a dependent housewife. The housekeepers stood like my true parents for they attended to me better than my parents. Outside my abode was the town I matured in, it was large but had not a lot happening. I remember the hot air with the sounds of the cool fall wind. Everything felt so perfect, I wish it could never end.

I wish I had understood that my world would fall at the age of sixteen, father and mother lost it all after father gambled all our savings out of his obsession to win. After that, he wasn't the same, he evolved into the town psychopath and grew a reputation as a maniac. The public started believing that if such a crazed man lived in a home with a family, his home must be rigorously insane! We were shunned, outcasted, rejected, and denied our livelihood. Everyone in town either avoids or stares at us in disgust and prays that my family simply vanishes. I remember the foul order my neighbors would put on my mother every time she would leave the house to work, they would try to throw certain objects at her, trying to encourage her to take her family and leave town. Although she was strong, I could always sense the misery in her heart when I was around her.

Roughly around after our downfall, father encountered greedy ways to get funds again so he could gamble his worries away. He met with a rich man who notified him that he could supply a way to make my father wealthy again. The man was a tall man with an expensive black suit, my father saw some torn areas on the suit but did not care for them, he was just there for the money. The suited man gave father a box but did not divulge what the container does or what he should do with it. Before he could ask, the man simply vanished, poof, like a phantom or a ghost. When father came back home, he called a family gathering to discuss the box he had been given. I remember I ran down the stairs in a rush, it was the first time I'd heard my father seem so happy about any type of news! It truly struck my curiosity. I met up with my father and mother in the dining room, the sight of my father glimmering had to mean it was incredible news. I sat down at the table and awaited the news my father seemed greatly happy to share.