The winter was way too long, because I almost spent my days and nights in a four walled room, I lock myself until I cannot handle the loneliness anymore, I lock myself away because no one did ever cared for my isolation.
Even my father. He raised me only by himself but I know times were hard on him, before the disappearing of my mother. I didn't know how she was or what she did, but my father told me, that when I was born she went to a very nice place, but she wasn't dead.
When I first heard "She went to a very nice place", I thought she was dead. To be fair, I almost feel the existence of her next to me, the silhouette of her telling me it's okay. I know She isn't dead, she's living in my heart, that's what my father said.
Hours ago, my father came into my room. And told me that tomorrow was my first day at high school, I wasn't very excited nor nervous. It was just school, filled with annoying human beings.
I often dream more that I sleep, I am the kind of a girl that would spend all the night, thinking about my life. I have always thought about what my mother looked like, and why my father didn't like to speak about her.
Over thinking sometimes drives me crazy.
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I woke up in the morning, my shoulder was aching because I didn't sleep in a right position. The book I held in my hand, was almost destroyed because I slept on it.
"No!"I screamed, because I do take care of my books as if they're babies. As I tried to fix the pages of the book but it doesn't work.
"What the hell Melissa?! I almost though some criminal was here!"My dad just yelled, honestly he looks ugly when he yells.
"Uhm sorry, and what kind of stupid criminal would kill me in the morning?"I laughed, sometimes I think my father is actually dumb.
"I thought it was dawn"He explained
"Dad it's six am"I tell him
"Well you have a plenty of time to get ready, your school starts eight"He says
"Fine"I say
"And why the hell were you screaming?"He asked
"Uhm, I slept on my book"I confessed embarrassingly.
"Seriously? You freaked the shit out of me" He says
"Dad you're cursing"I told him
"Oh sorry dear, just get ready"He said and gave me a wide creepy smile,"If your mother heard me she'd probably kick my ass"He muttered while he left
"I can hear you"I said
I was going to take a shower, I liked warm shower which made me feel better. I honestly spent a lot of time just letting the water drop down on my body, what I was really doing is over thinking about the world.
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Everything Was Beautiful
Historical FictionEverything was beautiful Before she was cursed Everything was beautiful Before her life changed Everything was beautiful Because he loved her ugly truth A modern styled story about the most famous myth of Medusa and Perseus, turned into a casual lif...