The Letter K

Prologue

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 Sometimes things have more meaning than we think, like for instance—a number, or a letter. Some numbers have a message, a deep meaning if you think outside the box.

I don’t like the letter “O” it’s like there is no escape, you just keep going the same direction, until you break down and fall apart, and everything collapses onto your heart.

I’ve forced myself to be mute, it’s just better to keep your thoughts inside, since no one cares to hear them. They pretend like they understand you completely when in reality, they think you’re insane.

My family is disintegrating into black dust, just like my trust, and I’ve lost hope to being happy again. My mother never stops working, and my father lives off of his retirement check every month, I don’t bother talking to them either.

“We will be back on our feet,” my mother tells me, but we both know that is a lie. Vacations are completely out of the question; we barely get by with just a penny to our name.

I sat back in the old sofa in our living room, the material getting thinner every day and the thread undoing itself. My mother walked in with a newspaper in hand and fuzzy slippers on, and a bathrobe as she sat on the couch across from me. She whipped her dark brown hair out of her face and put on her reading glasses.

“You gonna go anywhere today?” she asked me, flipping to a page.

I said nothing.

My mind: No, I never go anywhere mom, did you forget? I have no friends.

“I heard the mall is having a big sale today, are you going with your friend, what was her name Chase? Candace? Oh wait! Chastity, that’s her name! Are you going with her?”

I darted my eyes down towards the floor, examining the chocolate brown carpet as I rubbed my feet across it.

My mind: We’re not friends anymore mom, she’s friends with Melina, you know the girl you said that was so nice?

“Are you feeling alright?” she asked with a fake-concerned look on her wrinkled face.

My mind: I’m never fine ma, I’m never OK.

She shrugged her shoulders, giving up, and for the rest of the afternoon, not a word was said.

 The front door swung open, my dad came with a beer in one hand, and a bag of chips in the other. This was my signal to go to my room, and not disturb anybody.

According to him I’m a “waste of space” and a “burden to take care of”, he said if I ever run-away from home I better not expect anyone to chase after me. Thanks dad.

“WHY do you keep taking all of my money Cheryl?”

“WHY do I have to waste all my hard-earned money on that stupid kid?”

“WHY can’t I just enjoy my damn life? I never ask for anything, but you and that STUPID kid just keep taking everything away from me!”

Why this, and why that. I never asked to be born into this world, Dad, I’m sorry I’m such a burden to you.

“Richard, everything doesn’t just evolve around you! We have to take care of our child unless you want a foster home to take her,” my mother replied back in frustration.

“Let them take her! Because I don’t care,” was the last thing my father said, before he stormed out of the house.