Light Me Up *Sequel- ON HOLD*

The tears that I cry, the breaking inside

3rd person; no POV:

Tears stream down Kristy's cheeks as her eyes read the prim letter in her hand once more, only making her feel undoubtedly worse then the previous time. When she first read the envelope & saw that she had gotten a letter from her mother, she didn't know what to expect. Kristy hasn't had any contact with either of her parents in years, ever since they cut her off from their lives. She never expected THIS to happen, but in reality, who does? If one knows their fate, would that not change the outlook on life itself? Some would already say it's ugly, but it would just be made that much darker if the future could be foretold.

'Dear Kristen,' the letter begins, & Kristy can just imagine her mother's weary voice. 'I know it's been a few years since we have last spoken. I hope you and your own family are doing well.' Kristy snorted when she first read this. Her own mother doesn't even know that her family never even started. She was devastated when Kristy announced her pregnancy, feeling personally humiliated at what her daughter had become. Or, rather, what a conventional mother would think of her impregnated daughter. Both parents thought it best if Kristy would leave, taking the disgrace that she's brought to their family with her. 'We've done well. Your father had gotten a promotion a couple of years ago at work, but that isn't what I'm trying to tell you. Although, it has brought us a much more respectable stance in our neighborhood. I thought it would be best to inform you about your father's pancreatic cancer. Obviously we have gotten only the best help possible for him, but it's done no good. He's only got enough life for between now & a year.'

The letter tattered what Kristy had come to known as her world. She can't believe that her father's going to die. How long has this been going on without her knowledge? She felt that she should have been there, spending her time with him while she still could!

But that brings up the question of him even wanting her there. He had just as much of a role of throwing her out of her home as much as her mother. If she took the time to write her a letter, though, do they want her to come back, even if just for one last visit? Or perhaps she just felt that her daughter had a right to know of her father's decreasing health? Kristy hiccups as these thoughts haunt her, leaving a bad taste in her mouth at the thought of going home just to be rejected again. It was hard enough the first time.

She covers her face with her hands as she slides down the wall, landing with a soft thud on the living room carpet. Her apartment is silent besides her cries of heart wrenching sobs. The walls should be thick enough so neighbors don't hear, but she tries to conceal herself nonetheless. Upsetting neighbors is the least of her problems, though, she realizes.

She had convinced herself months after being thrown out that she hated her parents. At the time she needed them the most, they turned their backs on her. Confusion courses through her mind as she wonders why she should even care about what goes on in their lives. The more she thinks about it, though, the more she realizes that she can't help it. Her father- despite how stern he came out to be- was her beloved daddy once. There was a point in her life where she did not fear his judgement, in fact, she craved it. She wanted to be the perfect daughter, one he could be proud of.

She closes her eyes gently, tears still falling out of them, & breathes out slowly. She should have known better then to try to be happy again, something always happens.

Rising to her feet, she brushes off all remnants of dust off of her jeans & wanders over to a drawer. Releasing an unsurprisingly shaky breath, she opens a small door up & takes out a small, crinkled up piece of paper. Blowing off the old dust that sits on it, she then inspects the digits written. Whether she liked it or not, she suspected that the day would come where she would contact her parents again.