Victim of Reality

chapter 1

As I watched the blood pour from my mother's chest I realized this was
the end. I watched as he took my mother's last breath never to return
it again. Why? Was all I thought but all I could think to do was
escape, so I ran. I ran as fast as I could and I refused to look back.
My name is Zoriah Kapriest and I am a victim of reality.

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil
My heart is cold, my blood is ice
I leave stain marks of pain in peoples' lives
My speech is futile, it cuts like knives
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I see no evil
I shake the cold feeling and harsh memories
To look at the sun hurts
I would rather stand in rain
Love does not exist nor does it matter
Intelligence is a weapon & ignorance is bliss

I was 14 when I lost my mother, she was all I had left. I still
remember the expression on her face when she died. A facial expression
of pain, discomfort. Misery and bliss, she always said she wanted to
meet Jehovah one day, I guess she got her wish. My mother was loud,
outgoing, and outspoken. She had mocha colored skin, hazel,
almond-shaped eyes and long nappy black hair. She had a smile that
could light up a room. She was curvy so men loved to be around her.
She was beautiful and intelligent so women loved to hate her. But most
importantly she had confidence out of this world. I just wish she kept
better company.
When I was five my mother took me and left my father because she felt
we could have a better life without him. My father was mixed, black
and white, so I look just like my mother only a few shades lighter.
But unlike my mother I was shy, quiet never outgoing, nor outspoken. I
always had my mother to be over the top with things, why do I need to
be?
The day she died she told me something that changed my life forever,
"Zoriah, there are going to be things in life that will anger you,
stay cool headed. There will be things that make you cry, don't shed a
tear. There will even be things that make you want to die, choose to
live. But most of all don't let no one and I mean no one take your
pride and your faith. I'm giving you the rule book, the cheat sheet
and the guide book on life. Memorize everything and forget nothing. I
love you." The book she gave me was the Bible and it hasn't left my
care since. I'm 16 years old, I live alone and keep to myself. I
dropped out of school when my mom died, I decided there was no point
in lying. If I lived alone I could stay away from foster care and do
what I want.
One day while walking home from the grocery store I worked at, a guy
walked up to me and just started talking to me. I had no idea who he
was, where he was from or anything like that and yet he spoke as if he
has known me for a long time. He was tall and dark, short haircut and
bright white teeth. Not real built but muscular and had a smile like
an actor. When he spoke to me he started asking me about the weather
and how I was doing. Before he walked away he told me, his name was
George Martin and he would see me around.
As I walked into my building one of my neighbors stopped me in the
hallway. Joey. I really couldn't stand this dude; he's 17, in his last
year of high school and seems to think the world revolves around him.
"What's up Zoriah?" the words slipped out his mouth like a snake.
"Hi," I said quickly with hella attitude, the last thing I wanted to
do was talk to this joker.
"How are you today? I know I'm good, but then again I'm always good,
always!" said Joey, cocky as ever and with a wink at the end. "Yeah
good for you, bye," with that I walked away, but not before he caught
up to me and asked me to 'accompany' (his words not mine) him to some
party.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, every time I see you, you're all alone. I mean if you don't
want to go---"
"I don't want to go, bye" I cut him off before he could finish, the
last thing I wanted was to be caught up with this guy in some unknown
place.
"Oh well damn, you don't have to be mean. I'll catch you later." Joey
walked away upset. I guess I bruised his ego, but maybe he should ask
somebody that actually want to be bothered with his b.s.
As I put my key in the door, I can't help but to feel lonely. I come
to this same apartment every day and every day I do the same thing. I
really miss my mom and sometimes I talk to her, not that she can speak
back. I turned on the news for the weather for tomorrow.
"The high for tomorrow is 63 and the low is 57," the weather
forecaster seemed so happy. I turned off the T.V. and started making
my dinner, baked chicken and green beans. My mother taught me how to
cook before she died. One of her favorite meals was chicken and pasta
with a butter sauce. Man, she loved to cook. It's a wonder she stayed
so thin. Just thinking about my mom gives me pain and frustration, but
sometimes I just cry because it's the easiest thing to do.
After dinner I looked over the bills and saw that everything was
caught up, so I took a shower and went to bed.

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