The Voice In My Head

Chapter 4- The Day I have Been Waiting For

December 8th 1972

Today seemed like it could be the worst day ever, having to go to mama and "papa's" Funeral. But really it wasn't. it was the day i have been waiting for my entire life.

"Ashley."

I hear the silents.

"Ashley get up."

The man tells me that is helping me get a new home.

"What, is mama's funeral ready?"

"What, i thought you said you are hiding."

"Yeah. That dosen't mean that i cant go."

"You don't get it. Do you even know what 'hiding is'"

"Yes.... I know what hiding is."

Mama and papa never told me what hiding was, i have no idea what it is. So i was reeling on mama to tell me that second. and she did!

"Tell the man, that hiding is were no one can find you or something can happen to you. like hide in seek."

I cant communicate with mama unless i say the words out loud so i couldn't respond.

"Whats hiding then."

he asked with some sass 

"Well....let me see.......Hiding is when no one can find you or something can happen to you. like hide in seek."

"Good then you know way you can't go to your Mather's Funeral."

"Ya, i guess so."

That was a lie. I had no idea way i couldn't go to mama's Funeral. But mama told me to trust this man, so i have to do what he tells me to do. Then i had a question.

"Hey."

 "Are you hungry."

"Yes, but that is not what i wanted to ask you."

"Then what do you want."

"I want to know if you have any kids."

"Well i don't like to talk about it, but i guess i will. There was the most beautiful women in the world. We were dating for about 2 and a half years. towards the end of our relationship she became pregnant, with our child. She would be four by know. But then I had to move and i wasn't 18 yet we were only 17 years old."

I don't know why but i reputed him.

"I'm four, and my mama had me when she was 17."

"Let me finish, then you can talk."

"Sorry."

"Your fine. When i turned 18 i moved back here to come to her again, But then i saw her with a different man. she didn't love me any more. so i moved on."

"o, do you think your my dad."

"probably not."

"Yeah right."

"Is this you."

"Were are you going?"

I ran upstairs into my room, and the man followed me.

"Is this you."

I didn't even have the picture in my hands yet and i was still searching for the picture.

"What are you talking about."

I held the picture up and i asked again aggressively.

"Is this you."