The Day I Lived

Truth Hurts

I'm going to try my best to make this around 2000-2500 words

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I wake screaming and crying hard. It been a week since my sisters death yet I still haven't accepted it. I wake up in the middle of the night screaming every night I have the same nightmare every night. My dad pulling out the gun and shooting her. Every time the bullet hits her I wake up. The doctor who's later name I learned as Dylan always is there to calm me down by telling me it was just a dream deverything is okay. He always seems to calm me down and back to sleep.

Today was the day I was going get to go leave. Since I was sixteen was going to be placed in foster care. In the mean time Dylan offered to take care of me till the could fine me a foster home. What I didn't understand is why he took so much interest in me I mean what kind of doctor takes you in.

I take the steep rusty old stairs up to the old to Dylan's apartment. He unlocks the door to a old dirty apartment. When I first walk in the house the kitchen is to left and he living room with the living room in the middle. I sit on the coach and look around. The window looks out to the field behind the apartment. "Your room is to the left through that door. You have your own bathroom feel free to decorate it when you find time" Dylan exclaimed.

I sit on the old white bed putting my hands in my head. Just like that a single tear runs down my cheek then another finally I barley can breath. My eyes have blurred up and my nose is running with dark damp spot on my blouse. I could handle the pain of a punch or a kick. The humiliation of a man striping me of my pride. The tireless night off my sisters cry the first time she was beaten. That was a pain that time will fix. Me living with the burden that it should have been me killed that day. That I should be laying on the cold table died. With my sisters heart still beating. But no god wanted a shield to die in my place. For a girl not even worth living.

When I was a child I was told that I was nothing but property. I could never be human I was never meant to be on this earth that I could never I have a life because I wasn't worth won. Every day I believed them for so much of my life at on point I tried to what they wanted. I tried to kill what I thought didn't belong myself. Wish I hand gone through with it the only thing that stoped me was the thought of leaving Lila along in this cruel world.

2 years ago

I rummaging though the cupboards looking for what every has the most pills. Early that day I hand encountered my leg getting slashed by a knife when I didn't do what he asked and I snapped. I brought what I found to my mouth. Then I hear the door jingle. I see tiny toes under the door. "Let mee in"! She screams her words a rumbled and slurred together.

I unlock the door to feel a punch in the gut as she runs in to my stomach. She raps her arms around me crying. She has a bruise forming on her eye and dark marks on her arms. I start to cry. I pick her up and sneak out back door. Leaving the pills behind my real Heaven.

Present Day
I wipe my eyes and look around the room across from the bed there a clean white mirror with a small dresser below it. To the right what I think to be the bathroom. I will in hearing the crack as the door swings open. The title is white but now is more of a light brown. There is a small cabinet under the sink and three drawers next to it. I open the first one to see a small blue blanket. With Dylan's name on it. I set it aside underneath there is a ton of small kids toys and  trinkets but what really intrigues me is a small picture frame.

In the middle a small boy no older then five with his dad and mom and his newborn sister. If this was any other parents I would keep rummaging. No life gave me another thing. Those were my parents and the baby me.

I sit on the bed staring at the picture what I think to be Dylan. My hand are shaking. I run my finger over my blanket. My only memory of my childhood. I never take my eyes off the baby. The hopeful, joyful smile of an innocent baby. The clocks tick ten, eleven, twelve. Finally sleep finds me.

For the first time I wake up because of my body telling me. No yelling or screaming. I get ready tying my hair back into a pony tail. I go out to the kitchen. There's Dylan.

Sorry this was so short I had no motivation at all. I will try to make the next one longer