Ch 2: Looking At HIM

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  I was back looking at it all I wanted to drop on the floor and cry into a little ball, I was at the place where I swore to never go back, Alexandrea, and even worse I was looking at the man who started it my father, Lord Garte. I looked into his eyes, which were...happy? I was confused on why he looked at me with calm eyes, I turned around and saw a baby girl in the arms of a woman which had emerald eyes and a milk chocolate hair she looked familiar and that baby too, I jumped back knowing who they were and why Lord Garte was there, this was my past. I wish this today would just end I can't stand and watch this again it brings too much pain. Just then I saw my baby self grow into 10 years old, this was around when my younger brother, Zane, was born. I was in his room, it had grey walls and the furniture was black, Zane always loved dark colors, just like Lord Garte and his souls. Lord Alex was in the room holding Zane in his arms agh this is killing me, I felt like 1000 of swords stabbing me! That man holding my younger brother caused all of this to happen, he made my mother weep in fear, he made my brother into the monster we know today, and he made me HATE my home. I would NEVER forgive him for what he did! I looked back at Lord Garte who had a evil grin, while Zane was smiling back. I remember everyday that I was in Alexandra, however, the day that I remember clearly was the day when Lord Garte changed, he got deathly ill my mother, Lady Azura, would make him soup and read him stories. I was only 6 when this happened and I always believed that I was the most depressed about him being ill, he was like a role model to me I wanted to be just like him when I growed up and when he changed into a power hungry monster I felt like I was trapped in a cage watching everything die in front of me, life was never the same around Alexandra, my mother and I were terrified to go near him. I turned away from the lord holding the baby, I walked away to find my mother, until I remembered that this time period could be the day that my mother disappeared.  

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