"Mama was a bit naive."
Ginger slammed the door shut, feeling the years pool at the corner of her eyes. She saw her mother look up from the pasta she was making and smile brightly.
"And her daddy was a blinded thief."
Ginger walked past her mother and ignored the "teens and their phases" that came out of her mothers mouth and shoved past her father, who had cheated on her mother countless times.
"He went and stole away the remains of a family."
He broke them apart. Her mother acted like a brainless, happy zombie. Ginger was an emotionless girl.
"She'd hide behind a door she kept locked."
She slammed her door and slid down the wall, feeling the hot tears run down her face.
"But the walls weren't ever thick enough to block out the sounds of angry voices that once soothed her to sleep."
She listened to her father scream at her mother and her mother sob and cry and yell. She put her hands over her ears and began to sob silently.
"And she lies, tonight, underneath a caving roof."
She laid there, sobbing and praying when something crashed to the floor downstairs.
"And she cries, tonight, wondering what she can do."
She thought she was worthless. She assumed me and her boyfriend were the only ones who cared.
"And she tries tonight, remembering what she once knew."
She got up and walked to her medicine cabinet, grabbing a random bottle and ignoring the tears running down her face.
"But they've died inside"
She takes them all, one by one, slowly losing consciousness and stumbles to her bed, laying down and staring at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and let the darkness take over, her parents voices becoming muffled, then, there was nothing at all.
"Another empty bottle takes a life."
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Words I Never Heard
Teen FictionI hated myself for it. I hated myself for not realizing that behind her cheerful eyes, and bright smile, she wanted it all to end. I had always thought there was something wrong but never bothered to ask. Now it's too late. Ginger is gone. And I'm h...
