Zoey's Storm

The known presence.

I don't remember much about her. I was too young and the memories have faded away from me.

I do know though that she was a bright soul. Full of life and beauty. Dad constantly talks about her now. She was the love of his life and still is. He refuses to be with anyone else, pretending that mom is still around.

I find him talking to anything and everything because he still believes that's she's with him, even after all these years.

Mom slipped away so fast. It was slow at first and then it gradually increased taking parts of mom away that we could never replace. It made its presence known.

One moment she was with us and then the next she was gone. It would repeat itself like it was a never ending process. As if it was a circle that only broke apart when it all came to be too much.

It started with knowledge and ended in imagination that only she could decipher.

She started to forget the simple things three months after she was diagnosed. She forgot my name seven months after. Then she forgot who I was two months later. She forgot Justin too.

Her words became full of frustration as we all tried to get to her. Dad started reading poems to her. They calmed her down.

On the note that she wrote she explained that dad would be her last memory. She wrote that she didn't want to lose him after so much loss already. So before she lost dad she ended everything.

She wrote the note in the early stages of it and promised her life on it.

No more pain. No more loss.

She ended hers, releasing herself of the pain and loss as it fell onto the three of us, becoming our own pain and loss.

Note-

Hey lovelies! So I have started a new story and I really hope you guys like it. I know this first chapter is really short and kind of boring but the next one is going to be way better I promise! You'll get to meet the main character and maybe even a boy! Oh my.

I'll be updating soon, probably in a day or two. Comment, vote, or something. Thanks.
(November 23, 2015)

Holy shit. It's been nearly four years since I wrote this and I'm 19 now. Unbelievable.
Anyways, I'm just looking back on what I wrote when I was younger. Figured I might as well publish it because I spent so much time on these stories, and I dreamed of being a writer. I did not make it, but this brought a lot of joy to my life back then. I think it's cool that I can look back at this.