So... second semester at university! Finally, I get to leave this broken house I come from for reasons other then pure and utter rebellion! Most people say they absolutely despise school, work, etc. But I'm different. I love university. I love leaving the house, I love walking alone through the chilly New York air. I love having people who don't require me to talk. I love walking through New York City alone, while everyone else is walking with someone.
It doesn't bother me though, being alone. My mother died before I was half a year old, so I had no picture of a perfect couple and how having someone to share my thoughts with was important. I kept most of my feelings bottled up inside inside me, even though people tell me it's not right. I guess I spend too much time in my own thoughts.
I brush my long, wavy brown hair off my face and plop a Yankees hat on top. In living memory of my late mother, I apply classic red lipstick to my full lips and slide on a silver ring with the word 'Laugh!' engraved in script that once belonged to my mother.
Grabbing my black bag, I went down the stairs to the living room, where my father sits. Usually our conversations are very limited, for my father is a very angry man, but today I felt the need to make my presence known.
"Umm... Hey. I'm going now." I said
His blank face stared at me as if it could see right through my soul and into my mind.
"And where do you think you're going at five AM in the morning?" he replied
"Really? You honestly don't know?"
His stare continued.
"Dammit, university! I got a full scholarship at age seventeen, remember?" My blue contacted eyes stared right back at him in a steely gaze.
"What did we say about cursing in this house, Anna?" was his calm but menacing answer.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The last thing we 'talked' about was how toothpaste gives people cancer." I had had enough of this bullshit. I grabbed my shoes and skipped happily through the door, daring himto call me back, but my father couldn't be bothered by wasting his breath on trivial matters such as myself.
I felt better as soon as I walked outside. Winter was here, I could feel it in the air as I walked down the block to my best friend's car.
Today had a rough start, but I stopped believing in miracles ten years ago.
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What I Thought We Were
RomanceI remember that evening very clearly, all these years afterwards. I remember him holding me close, and whispering comforting words into my ear. I remember how he told me he would never let anyone hurt me ever again. I remember how he rocked me gent...
