Love Hurts

The Move

I had just moved from Boston to Seattle. My grandma had become sick with amnesia and old age so I was obliged to stay and look after her as well as wanting to leave my old life behind and start afresh. My grandma was a warm and caring woman and she would do everything in her power to help anybody that required it. I called her Grandma Mage when I was a kid , short for Maggie. And my grandma called me Hays, short for Hayley. Me and gran were always close as my mother died when I was four and my dad was a raging alcoholic and had bad anger issues, so I usually stayed at my grannys. I loved it at my grandmas. I always felt safe, warm and loved. We would always play board games and watch Power Rangers together as I was a bit of a boy back then, I still am to be honest. I lived in Seattle with my dad until I was six then suddenly, we had to move because my dad couldn't handle the stress of us living there anymore; from the mountainous piles of bills to the faded away memories of his wife. I didn't mind though since I didn't have any friends in Boston because I was the brown haired girl with too many freckles and not as many fucks to give. So as usual I just stayed quiet and kept myself to myself. It's not like my dad would've noticed anyways he was in a world with lots of vodka and lots of chicken noodle soup.. I often felt quite lonely and disregarded , but I finally felt like this move could be a fresh start for me.. to forget the life I once had and the memories that haunted my dreams at night. This was my chance to start again. To be.. normal.