Chapter 9
Just a sketchbook
Jinx couldn't prevent the flashbacks, they just had to pop into her mind, showing her the past. She tried to push it aside, but couldn't. It was painful.
The little girl at the age of five crying until her eyes dry, but nothing happening. She looked sadly at the gravestone wishing, hoping, even dreaming of her parents to come back. They wouldn't. Everybody knew that. Even she knew that herself, but she couldn't help but wish! She wished they were back again, all together.
Her mother with pink eyes as hers and blond hair, she died giving her birth. People looked at her as a murder, who killed her mother. If that little girl could choose, she would rather never been born in the first place! She would rather not be in this world, being a curse and jinx to everybody. U
They looked at her with ice cold glares and stares, looking at her like she was different. She was never going to be the same, she would never be, from that day she was born she should have known. She is bad luck.
Her father was her light. He laughed as he told her to not think about that, the truth that she was a curse.
"I love you even if you really are a curse, sweetie. Don't listen to those people, it's yourself. It's your choice, you can choose to be whoever you want to. Do not think of the others around you, you are yourself," he told her, and she smiled and forgot.
Who would have known, that later on, two and a half week before she was going to turn five, her father had such a strange death. He died of suddenly slipping and falling from the stairs, rolling down them and suddenly getting a heart attack. Doctors say that it's really strange, to fall down the stairs same time as he got an heart attack. Others says that it's not strange at all.
Because she cursed him.
How would she ever curse that person who loves her? How could she ever do that? She wasn't a jinx, a curse! She was herself! She was who she was. She was her! Repeating didn't help. Trust broke and shattered. It was all her fault. She did it, she jinxed him. She should never have been with anyone, she will only bring bad luck.
Left all alone in the world now, she was. She was all alone. Lonely, she felt lonely. Nothing to do anymore, no wishes, all hope was crushed. At home she finally decided to go through all the stuff her father left, tears rolling down her chin. Guess what she found, a sketchbook.
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"Daddy! Look at my drawing!"
"Dear, it's great!"
"Daddy, you know..."
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"You know sketchbooks?"
"Yes, what?"
"I really want one! I love drawing."
"Well, we'll see if we will get you one sometime."
"Thank you!"
The little girl jumped and hugged her father, dreaming of her sketchbook.
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