The Silver Glow

Tha past tails

As the birds chirped and the sunshine shined down past the curtains I barley opened my eyes. I groaned alittle and threw my pillow over my head. I wasn't ready for the morning or to face the world. I didn't want to face the annoying people, going to work, my boss being a total creep. But I knew if I didn't do any thing I would end up doing nothing. And doing nothing is the worse. I'm more of the active type of person but like anyone else I'm lazy. I shucked the covers off and walked slowly to the bathroom. I got ready within a reasonable time, which I recognized and smiled alittle. I was just an average 17 year old girl. I had the normal light brown wavy hair that reached my hips. Nice completion, nice hour glass shaped figure, cute facial features. I guess people would consider me the "Perfect figure type" but then again that was just my friends talking. I wouldn't be to quick to change and be me any chance they could get. Because I have the Phobia of Astra phobia which is scared of thunder /storms / lighting. I know its nothing to be ashamed of but if you knew my father you would understand. My father was the tough kind of person. Always on you wanting more and more. He trained me and my older sister to be just like men, since my mother couldn't produce a boy, my father trained us to be just like one. The thought of him putting us in steal medal boxes out in the stormy rain with no food for weeks stayed in-printed in my mind. Once we escaped the box we had to leave the other behind and run to save our selves. The point of running away was to feel no pain for the other and to be strong and not to be crushed. I tried hard to escape the box but couldn't it only took my sister a few days to escape and she didn't even look back when she got out. I yelled for her to come back and help me so that we could run away and just us be together. But she knew by doing that we would have been killed by our own father. So she ran and left me behind. I was angry for her leaving me but I did understand why she did. I guess I was angry with our father for making her for making us become that way. Cause after those medal boxes I was never the same. Deep inside grew hatred towards my family. I hated my mother for giving birth to us for letting our father to horrible things to us. My father for treating us horrible, changing us and who we were. My sister for leaving me behind when she escaped and didn't bother telling me or helping. I hated myself for giving up and letting my father win. I hated myself for many things. But as time moved forward I became weak again and didn't bother to share any of this with the world. I still don't know what happened to my family. But I do know my father is dead, my mother is alive and old, and my sister is still young alive and out there some where. I don't plan to find any of them soon I still have hate for them all. What ever my father wanted from me he got. I changed and became different and the scars on my back proves it. If I ever see him again I would kill him myself within the seconds. But once I think back to memories I do remember some thing weird. It was a small light that looked bright and had a pure silver look to it. And it even glowed. But I couldn't figure out what it was. Not yet any ways.