This Is For Them (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter One

(^^"Green Acres" TV show. The best thing since ever!^^)

My name is Greyson King and this is essentially a story about me. How I met the people I now call my family. I owe everything I am or will be to them. These guys not only saved me from a life of abuse but they somehow managed to save me from myself as well, and for that I am grateful.

This is for them.

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Chapter one

This move was just another of many, it seemed almost every year my father moved us across state lines to somewhere new. Somewhere where the teachers didn't ask questions about the bruises I constantly sported like badges of honor. I guess I could cover them, but why make this easier on dear old dad. If he wants to beat me I'll wear the black and blue with pride, like it's Friday night at the local football game.

In retrospect it's a bad idea, but what's a guy to do? Cover it with makeup? I wouldn't even know where to begin.

I end up in a lot of fights for one thing or the other, so when people ask where the bruises come from I don't have to tell a complete lie. I like to be as honest as I can. That's not to say I've never told a lie, because I have, lying is necessary evil in my life.

Take now for instance, I'm making myself lunch like any growing boy but if dad asks me about it later I'll lie and say I haven't eaten today. If I tell the truth I'll get my ass handed to me for breaking the rules.  If I lie I'll only get a good smack or punch to the gut. The lesser of two evils.

Anyway, I eat my Ramen quickly and clean any evidence of my crime before going back up to my room. Freaking high school starts tomorrow, some overpopulated, crap whole filled with attention seeking delinquents. I'm sure it'll be a blast.

(A bit smaller and with a crappie T.V... 'imaginations people')

I flop down on my bed ignoring the painful twinge in my side, and turn on the T.V, and sounds of "Green Acres" fill the tiny space quietly as I stair at the screen. It's one of the only ways I'm able to fall asleep, it's kind of a ritual.

I humm along with the theme song and even let the ends of my lips curve up in a rare show of joy. There's just something about this show that calms me and gives me peace.

Like clockwork right before the second episode ends I fell my eyelids droop shut to what I hope will be a dreamless sleep.

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Dream/Memmory
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Im looking down at the woman I love one of my favorite things to do. Only this time her eyes are closed and shes pale. So pale.

The make-up artist tried to make her look like some life still flurished beneath her skin, she failed. The look was all wrong for Vi. Violet never wore make-up, she never neded to. The foundation was too thick, too dark, the eye make-up was over done, all in all they made her look like an over tanned Barbie. Fake and over played. She till had this grace about her though, this angelic vibe, it draws me in, even now.