Whiplash ~Editing~

Mistakes where made

Mom took my laptop too.

I sit there in silence, tears rolling down my cheeks, I should have never gone to that party... I think to myself wiping away the tears. I didn't even enjoy it. I stare around my room, each object giving me a new memory. A vinyl that said 'Dream' it was rusted, but still beautiful, a blue tote box, filled of old tampons and pads that I never used. A string of cards that hung over top of my pink bed, overloaded with pillows and homework. I step up onto a chair and reach for the cards, the string bounces quickly and comes down, the cards landing first and dragging the string with it. I start looking through them.

Have an awesome birthday Khloe!
You're my best friend!

I can't' believe your 8 already!!!!

Love-Roxanna

Ho ho ho!
Merry christmas

And a happy new year!

-Auntie Margaux and Uncle Bryden

I hope your third birthday is great sweetie!
I love you and I am so glad that you are in our lives now!!!! -Granda Marrie

Dear-

Someone knocks on the door, I shove all the cards under my bed and reach for my textbook, "Uh,come in!" I say, my dad pushes open the door and comes in, "Khloe, you know what you did was wrong..."
"Dad I know ok?"
"Yes but-"
"Dad I'm not 12 anymore! I'm almost 16!! I think that should earn me a little more respect don't you??? Oh and also, 'dad' what do you need to tell me huh? Mom said something about her telling me when she was talking with Aunt Margaux! I need answers! I'm so confused!" I scream, I sits down on my bed and lowers his head, I slam my text book and stand guard in front of him, "It's just... this is about... you, and-and the party n-n-not that right now ok honey? Now look..."
"No dad!!!! Ok I know what I did was wrong! I know! But don't you think keeping answers from your DAUGHTER is worse? I mean my whole life dad you are keeping something from me!"

He stands back up and starts walking towards the door, "I am..." He admits and shuts the door.

I dash under my bed and pull out the card, it's pink and tied with ribbons a picture of me in the hospital with... a hospital bracelet in the card, the name on the band? Amelia Quinn Gracon That's not my name! My name is not Amelia Gracon! It's Khloe Brown! Who's is this? Written on the card is-

Dear Amelia,

I know you might never get this letter

But there is something you should know

I love you and no matter what you need to know this.

You are my baby girl and nobody can change that.

You are a strong, independant woman and you will grow to be powerful

I'm sorry that I never got to meet you

But I'm proud where ever you are

No matter what you do.

Hugs from heaven-Mommy

What the hell? "Mom!" I scream, "Mom! I'm not screwing around what is this?" I shout, but no one replies, "Mom?" I say quieter, "Mom??" I sneak downstairs and the sound of shouts rings in my ears, Liv runs to my and grips my leg, sobbing, Brain is still in his room, "I promise they're not!!" Dad screams, "And was the card in there??" Mom asks, dad shakes his head, "If it was-"

"What card?" I ask, mom and dad look at me, "What card?" i demand growling, my dad turns around and heads for the door. "Where the hell do you think your going?" I scream, Liv runs back to her room crying "You stay in this-" i can't finish the sentence, before my mom cuts me off, "Khloe just-" I nod my head and run to my room, I guess my mom was expecting something else, because when I come out holding the card in both hands she gasps, I read the first line, "Dear Amelia?" I ask, raging and crumpling the card and then ripping it apart in anger, regret fills me, but I remember the fight I'm fighting, mom runs up the stairs and picks up the ruined paper, "Khloe...." She cries giving me back the paper, "That was from your mother, the only connection you will EVER have with her because she's DEAD Khloe!" Mom screams, tears pouring down her cheeks, "W-w-w-what?" I cry, mom dashs down the stairs sobbing and she too leaves the house. I fall to my knee's crying, Then who was mom? Who do I belong to? What have I done, what the hell is going on?