Unwanted

Prologue

    I walk out of the room after their third fight broke out in the kitchen. Mommy and Daddy fought more than ever today. Then I remember why, suddenly stopping at my tracks, because it's their anniversary. Yeah I forgot about that.

   I walk into my room and silently close the door behind me. When are they going to stop? I started to stare at the ceiling unitl I heard the front door close loudly.

After few seconds footsteps started to make their way to my room but stopped right at the door. But instead of knocking they continue. Just more proof. I look at the mirror in the wall and fix my (f/c) dress and grab my brown teddy bear.

Many kids around my age woud complain and say they're bored and annoyed their parents. But I'm not most kids. I started making my way to the door but stopped and grabbed a piece of paper and wrote 'going to the park'. And walked out the door.

   My mama used to take me to this nearby park and play with me. Well before she went away and started dating other guys. Papa is always at work, and I'm the only person in the house for hours really. My mama used to hire a babysitter, but stopped for some reason.

When I arrived at the park is a bite lonely like always. I make my way to the swings and swung myself around with Ted. I giggle a little and stayed there for few hours.

I have nothing to do at the house so is better for me anyways. I started making my way back when I stop to stare at a couple and their kid. It reminded me of my time with my dad and mama before all of this happened. I got back to reality and started my way back home again.

   Dad was in his office, and mama was getting ready to go in another date. I make my way to the kitchen and grab a little container of noodles and open it. I put some water in and pop it in the microwave.

I stopped bothering my parents for things like this couple of years ago, not wanting to interrupt with their work. I sat silently in the kitchen eating.

What use am I?

That question has been bothering me for quite some time really. Once I'm finished, I make my way to my room and close the door behind me very quietly. I walk to my bed and look at a photo we took when we went to a beach in summer. I still remember that, do they?