Hug's and kisses, X's and O's

Prologue

It was a nice saturday afternoon, I was playing my piano and feeling the ivory's in my hands, not believing what the doctor said or my own thoughts. Each fucking time the bloody rhythm went wrong I started crying, like the shitty bitch I am. I don't know what this is leading to, my death or my freedom. I don't want to tell him but keeping my mouth shut would just ruin everything and everyone. Why did it have to be the same time she, that greedy bitch, went missing, I was finally breathing but now i'm going the other way around. She's not missed and if I leave, neither will I.

I can hear my parent's footsteps around the hall, even though they are gone. I can still hear my mom singing, "My pretty baby, go to sleep, my pretty Kamri, count those sheep..." and my father screaming and arguing with my mom. They never got divorced but did get one of their dreams accomplished, being away from each other. Am I destined to leave and be with them or, am I destined to suffer with that fucking bitch they put me in foster with?

One breath, two breaths, Calm. I couldn't think or focus on the keys. As my mom said count to ten and at ten you breath deeply, "1...2...3...4...5...6-", I wish I had finished counting but when I got to ten, my face were in the keys.

What I first saw were some eyes, some beautiful green eyes. They were like an open door, an open book, an open heart. No eyes have ever been so nice to me in one look or so green in one stare. No one was like that, no one. With one look I knew my future and my past, "Look at me!" they said. "Look at me!" they repeated. I saw a face. A face with freckles like an angel, those red cheeks, at those lips that smile and a girl couldn't resist for. Dear god, was he mine?

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