Cold Feet H.S

Do you know who you are?

  It all started summer of 2010. He was 16 and I 14. He had green eyes with a glint of mischief, I suppose thats why I disliked him so much. He was a free soul. Bound to nothing . No sorrow , no darkness, no responsibilities. He was abel to dream , to be , to feel , laugh, play , live. He knew who he was.  But me, I was stuck in the mud like the stick I was forced to be. I hadn't dreamed since the age of 6, and I haven't lived because I have no life , not one of my own any way.  I am bound to my mother, who is dead, I live for my sister, who is trapped , and I am so alike my father I am becoming him, for reasons you have yet to discover. I didn't know who I was.

  It was always going to be Harry never the less. And I fed off of his happiness as though it would save me from the drowning sorrows of my broken family. Still, I wonder what he could have been. What we could have been. And however on this earth , " in gods great name " why we could not have the story book ending of Cinderella . Maybe his feet were just to cold and my eyes left to wet and our hearts to broken. And my father , corrupted and gone so long . I will never understand what changed him. But for my bastard sister, we all knew about her and her lust for those she couldn't have. Except she saved herself , and forgot to take me with her. They all left me alone with my cold feet. Dangling like my mothers favorite ear rings. I think now I know who I am.  I ponder still on who my mother was, and why Harrys fate was what it was. And how we fell in love. And how our cold feet had terminated any chance of a future .