My mommy and daddy met at the park. I know, I know, sounds cliché and lame. It wasn't though they truly had that thing called the spark of love when they first layed eyes on each other. They connected like an apple to an apple tree, but nature eventually takes its course and that apple falls. A perfectly beautiful and ripe apple fell from the tree. The apple wasn't rotten or horrid. My mother. She was perfect, still so young and had a life to live and another to nurture. I took that from her. I'm a monstrous thing who should go die. At least that's what daddy tells me.
"Your mother died giving birth to you! She hates you because you killed her you monster! You deserve no friends, no possessions, no love! You took love from me so now I'm taking it from you! You probably don't even know how to love!"
That's what daddy says to me all the time. The same thing said in different ways. I got used to the feeling of emptiness in my heart. What does love feel like? Maybe daddy is right. Maybe I don't know how to love. Nobody ever showed it to me. Bullied at school by everyone sometimes even teachers, my dad even animals sometimes attack me. Maybe I'm just evil. For I did kill mommy.
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Dolly
HorrorDinah's mother died during childbirth leaving her in the care of Dinah's father. Dinah's father blamed her mother's death on Dinah though and treated her like a pile of smelly dog poop. Dinah lived in the small garage they had. Her only position bei...
