Flashbacks

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Anne was only three years of age when her dad started being abusive. Anne told her mom, but she wouldn't believe her, only call her a jester and start laughing. To this day Anne still believes that her mom was abused, to the point where...well, we will get to that part later, but back to the subject, her dad was always drunk trying to block out that they didn't have much money and the economy had crashed. He was a severely depressed man and no one could ever figure out why he stayed alive, even if he didn't really care to be. Anne always thought her dad only stayed alive because he didn't want to go to hell quite yet.

Her dad came home one sunny afternoon in the middle of July, drunk as always. Anne, being five years of age at the time, was oblivious when he took her mom away in a black trash bag. Her mom stunk but Anne couldn't quite figure out why at the time. Her dad said that him and mommy were going out on a picnic and that Anne couldn't go this time, but she understood, her parents wanted alone time so she didn't beg and plead to go, but if she knew that she would not ever see her mom again then that would have played out differently.

Not long after, Anne kept seeing new girls that would come home to help daddy with his "work", she never liked any of them but she tried to force a smile on that sorrowful face of hers. Without her mom she had grown so miserable, her dad started getting shots like at the doctors every day and he always had a new woman over at the house. He was also even meaner than before! Poor Anne stayed in her room weeping, for she had no place to go and no one to help her.

It wasn't like she had friends at school or anything, she always got avoided because she was the "mean girl", but as earlier stated, she has reasons for her hostile behavior occurrences. Even the teacher secluded her from everybody else, apparently she was dangerous to the other children and she wasn't a normal being. Eventually, Anne just gave up on making friends, for she never got anywhere when trying to speak to the other kids.

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