Alive

Confidence

      I broke out of my concience to the sound of Adela crying. I know she tended to cry and have random out bursts ever since I left. But this was arupt, and completely out of no where. I didn't see it coming because my dad had no inflicted any harm on her what so ever. Well not yet that is... oh only if Adela could hear me!

       "I'm leaving today. It's time! I know Lyra was only staying here because she felt I wasn't ready, and that I couldn't handle running away. But I am 12 years old now. Lyra has been dead for a year now. She would have beeen 14 years old. I'll admit running away at 13 is sort of young, but is my dad really better at taking care of me than I am myself? I think not. So I will just leave him, I am never coming back, and I am not going to my mom. First, I don't actually know where she is. Oh and second, she abandoned me, why would I intentionally go back to her. I hope Lyra would have been proud of me. This I am not just doing for my saftey and happiness. I am doing this for Lyra, so her death doesn't go without a reward. She dies to protect me in a way and now it is time to leave, to live for her as she died for me. I love you Lyra! I will be alive for you. You and only you! Always," Adela spoke out softly to no one but the bitterness and raw air in her room hiding my spirit. 

       Oh goodness no. Adela why? Why is she leaving? Wait what the fuck are you saying Lyra? This is what I wanted. When I died this was exactly what I was thinking. In my last moments on Earth, I hoped my death would help Adela realize she needs to escape before the same fate awaited her. This is what I want. My last drop of blood, which put me into eternal rest, and destoryed my soul, breaking it piece by piece until each piece was no longer a part of me, but only a fragment of nothingness deep inside me shattered and gone but still there never to be repaired. Despite all that Adela has a chance as something I never ever had. To be alive. Thats all I have ever wanted for her. She knows as well as I do that, that can only happen if she runs away. However, in reality even if I disagreed with her choice I couldn't impede on it at all, as I can't talk to her nor can she see me. Well I guess I should go over and see her scheme in action, to escape the inner walls of this hell bound prison of a house. 

         Ugh my father. I'm watching him, plump himself on the musty yellow couch, sitting there with no cares in the world, not giving any more fucks about anything but himself and his beer belly, the stench of mildew advancing off of him, the vodka tonic bubbling inside his pit of hopelessness, clogging his last worry in the world. That man is a despicable, abominable, and completely detestable asshole. Wait a second, theres Adela peeking out of that corner. Her dirty blonde hair, hopefully bright green eyes, freckled skin, and naturally tanned face staring at our father with the most hateful droplets of tears springing from both those beautiful eyes. They bore through his simple minded head, until I swear I saw it explode into the remnants of a beast whom no one gave a shit about and whom no one will ever give a shit about. Next, thing I know she wipes each tear away as if they brought shame, stepped face forward into the room, and charged at our father with what looked like mouth full of overdue dissappproval. 

           "You deceitful bastard! I CAN'T BELLIEVE WHEN I WAS LITTLE I THOUGHT I LOVED YOU!!! Who am I kidding? I NEVER LOVED YOU, AND I NEVER WILL! You murdered my sister, and drove away my mother with memories of a man who disrespected her in a way no one should ever have to experience. I thought long and hard for years, watching you nearly beat my sister to death every single day. Until one day, you did kill her! You! You worthless nobody killed someone who can never be reincarnated into someone else. She was that special. You on the other hand are easier to replicate then a bottle of vodka. I may only be 12 years old, but watching someone indecently assult my sister my entire life gave me a lot to say and a whole lot of time to grow up faster then expected to. So I'm leaving you now, you self centered jackass. I now have options to leave. Unlike lyra I didn't raise a child, nor go thorugh the pain trying to protect their little sister from experiencing the wrath of their own father first hand. I could have left and never came back without a word. But that wouldn't allow me to tell to you what I thought of you, and to maybe slightly fracture that heart of yours, if you have one, I am not sure if it's still working after all you have done to show me you obviously contain a nonexistant heart. Now this way I can tell you every piece of dissatisfaction I have with you, and leave you to contemplate what I have said with no family around for you to project your abuse torwards. So, so long Dad! I hate you more then I have ever hated anyone in the whole world. Lyra was something of an angle compared alongside to you. No one of your distaste should ever be the one responsible for the death of an angle such as her. You get no farewell, but a "Fuck off you good for nothing scumbag! Bye," Adela screamed like she never has before, as the lines in her face creased into a glare of hateful deception, inching toward the doorwar, until she said her last words andyou heard the door bang shut never to be welcomed by Adela again. I stared at my dad as he looked at the doorway, temporarliy shocked...