It's been 4 months since I came here and my parents didn't bother to call me or even text as if they've forgottten all about me; Their daughter, the little Jazzy. I saw Stevie fishing by the river so I went to sit next to him and maybe just talk, I guess that's what I needed at the moment.
"What's your deepest fear,young lady?" He said when I sat next to him by the river.
"Oh, what a question." I laughed more than I should, I was afraid to answer that question.
"Nothing actually, I've faced so many things so my skin is thick now."
"What's your deepest fear, young lady?" He repeated the question. How could this man read me that well.
"Oblivion; I'm afraid that I would end up being nothing to the people I love the most. My parents, my bestfriend, my lover, my baby girl and even my pet."
"Your baby girl?" He didn't seem frustrated or angry as most people was when they knew.
"Yeah I killed her. My sweet innocent Angela; My baby girl. She was just a pure innocent baby, still in my belly and I killed her before she was even alive."I bursted out crying and I felt his hand tapping my shoulder saying "It's okay, little bunny. I myself have been accused of killing my own daughter and pushing away my wife as if I didn't want her in my children's life; My own son is the one who has accused me of such terrible sins. Don't be that hard on yourself."
It was the first time that I have ever cried in front of someone, I've always wanted to appear the tough lady.
I sighed as I began to tell him my story.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl She Was.
Short StoryShe doesn't feel like herself. Not anymore. She was different once. Now she is a watered down version, pale and thin. She slips through the cracks unnoticed. She fades into the background, afraid of saying the wrong thing. She grows sharp edges and...
