SO Elizabeth's picture of how I imagined her is on the bottom right area.
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Elizabeth,
My name is Vernard Leone. Whilst taking my usual routine walk around town, I overheard you talking about how you wanted to harm yourself. I know this sounds rash, but if you would be so kind to come to my house after school for some tea or coffee I would be able to properly express why this is any of my concern.
Please do not feel obligated to come, but if your curiosity strikes a chord, I live at the old mansion on 564 Rose St.
Warmest regards,
Vernard
I was very confused when I received this letter. Who had overheard my speech? More importantly how would they have heard it, if I had made sure to be alone at the time? I tried to remember my childhood and my mother telling me something about him. But I couldn't. Nothing my mom ever told me included him. I pondered for a minute weather I should go or not.
My mother had died 2 years ago now and I missed her very much. That was when I said I wanted to die and go with her. I looked nothing like her though. I looked mostly like my dad.
My hair was a golden brown and curly, as well in an awful need to be cut. My eyes glass blue; I could even see my reflection on them. The only thing that I was alike with my mom was that I was very pale like her. Not quite pale as a ghost but very pale.
I stood on the kitchen doorway still thinking. Finally I decided I would go.
I reacted and saw that it was already 7AM. If I didn't hurry I would be late for school, and it took a while to get there on foot. I rushed out the door. But when I got there I almost just skipped school and went to my room again. There I saw my dad drunk again.
His shirt was all unbuttoned and he was almost falling. I hated seeing him like this. His blue eyes were full of anger as always when he came back. I always tried to see the good side of him, but every time I did, he made me hate him even more.
His eyes were like ice, no invitation of warmth or love in them. They were gone and not a trace was left.
''GET OVER HERE YOU LAZY GIRL!'' My dad commanded. I rushed to where he was.
''Dad I need to go to school I am going to be late." I answered, trying my best to reason with him, but I knew it was hopeless.
"WHO NEEDS SCHOOL YOU ARE SMART ENOUGH AND I WANT YOU HERE TO CLEAN THE ENTIRE HOUSE AND COOK ME SOMETHING!"
''Dad I already cleaned the house and made you something. Sorry but I have to go to school.'' I said, and tried to go around him.
He then grabbed me by the arm as I walked to school and slapped me so hard I fell to the ground.
''THAT WILL TEACH YOU TO NOT WALK OUT ON YOUR FATHER AND TO HAVE RESPECT!'' he was yelling all this time without stopping.
I was in pain and my head hurt. Getting up, I made a dash for school. Tears were going down my cheeks like rain, non-ending. My eyeliner was probably ruined.
''Oh well.'' I thought.
I hated my life and I wanted to die. I had suffered seventeen years of this mistreatment. I had just ignored it because of my mom. She also got beaten every day. I was the only one that helped her move forward, told her that everything was going to be fine.
