"poor child" 5

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by spider129p

by spider129p

Listen to "Willix by my little winter" or the other way around I'm not sure.
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My body... what’s happening? Where am I? A cold breeze brushes against me.

“Hello?”

I hear only the echo of my voice in the gray and white room, stretching on forever. I stand alone in this emptiness.

“Mommy? Where are you?”

“Daddy! Where are you? Did I stop the fight?”

Tears well in my eyes as I look around, but there’s nothing to see—just me, my hair in pigtails like Daddy used to do, my teddy bear clutched tightly to my chest. The cold breeze picks up again, yet there’s no wind. Why can I feel it?

“Mommy! Daddy! I need you!”

A tear rolls down my cheek and lands on the ground. My heart shatters like glass. I’m only four—what can a child do?

“It’s all my fault. Why did I have to be such a disappointment? It’s all my fault Mommy and Daddy hate each other!”

I stomp my foot, and more tears spill down my face, dripping onto my teddy bear and the ground.

I glance down at my shoes. Whenever I got upset, I always ran—far away, as long as I could, until I calmed down. I used to dash outside, circle the house, then sit by the tree, picking at the moss on the ground, waiting for the screaming and banging to stop.

“Why do Mommy and Daddy hate me? What did I do...?”

I whisper to myself, still staring at my shoes. More tears form in my eyes, streaming down my face.

I open my hands, and my stuffed animal falls to the ground, soaked in my tears. I run as fast as I can, tears trailing behind me, closing my eyes, knowing there’s nothing to run into.

“What did I do? Why can’t I be like my little brother—not even born?”

I clench my fists and run faster. When I open my eyes again, I see a figure in the distance. It’s blurry.

“Snowball?..."

“Snowball!”

I hear a faint "mew."

I rush over to my cat. She’s the only one who listens to me; no one else ever does. I’ve always surrounded myself with fake people, lying to myself to feel better.

Poor child. Never loved. Child of the animals. Child of the forest. Mommy and Daddy aren’t in love anyway.

Maybe in another lifetime. But that won’t happen—not this time.

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