After meting Imogen, I felt like my life had finally taken a turn. The new feeling at that time was energizing. A weight lifted off my shoulders. If it hadn't ended how it did, I'd still have hope.
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Her voice roared like thunder, and the tone, warm as a summer evening. I stared, intoxicated by her intimidating, yet fascinating form. My voice stuttered, almost unable to utter a word.I caught my breath.
"I-i'm Lydia...L-Lydia O'Connor.", I introduce myself. The beast sat quietly for a moment. "Lydia, huh? Tell me, what is it that's troubling you?", I sat on a rock covered in a glowing type of moss, and twiddled my thumbs as she waited patiently for an answer.
I sigh, "My dad... he just recently died.", her eyes slightly widened, but she kept quiet.
"After mom left us, it was just me and him for a bit. Then he ...he started drinking, got a girlfriend, and...and he...", I felt tears begin to form in my eyes, my vision slightly blurred. "Take your time young one.", there was no haste in her voice, she didn't rush me, or push for answers. Taking a deep breathe, I regain my composure.
"He...started hitting me. Whether it was with fists or bottles. He'd even let his girlfriend get a few hits in. Then, one day, I came home to a murder suicide. He slit her neck, and then shot himself in the head."
It was nearly silent, I only heard the racing thump of my heartbeat. She stands, strides over to me, stretches a wing out, and wraps it around me. Her warmth calmed me.
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Hydrohl Treeline
Teen FictionAfter moving to Marietta, Ohio, 15 year old Lydia O'Connor Suffers from a deep depression due to the death of her father. She finds very little happiness with her mother but tries the best she can. The night she moves in, Lydia enters an unexplored...
