Persephone POV
My teacher is on the table. No, That is not a joke I'm 100% serious she is standing on the front table shouting at us in Italian and hopefully from the strangest thing that's happened this month. I mean it could've been if I hadn't died and gone to hell already.
That got your attention well let's start. No there are three things you have to know about me: number one I'm not really dead but I do live in hell well not really, it's kind of more towards being the underworld but most people just know it as hell because there are more bad people in the world and there are good people which is why it is known as hell, oh dear I'm rambling again which means it's time to move on to number two. I'm a foster child, and while fostering usually works out great and the family is lovely and nice I hate my 'family'. But more on that later. At last the moment you've all been waiting for!Not, number three my name is Persephone, Seph for short and this is my story (even though no one will ever see this because I'm too much of a pussy to show it to anyone.)
Ok I guess I should start when I was young my dad died and I was in care for what felt like ages because my mom was unfit to look after me when what seemed like a nice family came along, mom, dad, no kids because the mom was barren and they were soo desperate for a child when they got me ha it was the 'best day ever' (insert sarcasm here.)
I don't remember
much about my mother, according to my fosters my dad died in some kind of accident while he was in the military and things went downhill for my mom from there until she snapped, one night on the 5th of July she went into the bathroom got in the shower and slit her wrists over her sinful daughters actions. I was the tipping point for my mothers mental illness, I was about 14 when she did it and it was what made what I had done the previous day even more difficult for my transition.I can't remember this but apparently she was a honest and faithful Christian, just like them and that was the reason the fostered me in the first place to do what my 'poor mommy' never could.
They blame all of my sins on the fact that my mom got pregnant before marriage and in their exact words 'the child of a hateful sin will be a hateful sinner. She only married my dad because of me, but he loved her so much she was his entire world and when she told him that he was a useless man with no purpose in this world he went out and got a purpose, he went and joined the military.
She did love him though and only said it in the heat of the moment and when he died she stayed in her room for days while I took care of her and myself, I was about six or seven at the time when my nana came to take care of me because apparently she was neglecting me. My nana died when I was 13 and I lived with my mom for just over a year before she did the worst thing possible, she abandoned me, she abandoned everything, everyone, she abandoned her life, before she... she.. c-committed suicide, it was supposed to be a day of truth freedom and acceptance but it became the second worst day of my life.
I went into care for about three years before they came along, the perfect little family for me. Oh shit they are coming, I've got to go if they find out I am writing this we will have to have another 'family' prayer session and those last hours. Fuck, Karen, my foster mom, nearly caught me, she must've gotten down without me noticing.
Phew, she's gone now, this feels right, to be finally getting this off my chest, I feel a bit more free, a bit more happy.
One last thing though although I am writing this down don't get the idea that I am gonna solve all my problems by 'writing down my feelings' life doesn't work that way and even if it did I still wouldn't be any happier and it still wouldn't change any of my plans.
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Hey humans, yes I am aware that this is short but it is an intro to the story and the next chapters will be much longer I swear, that's all for now folks also the girl at the top is seph
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Seph for short
Historical FictionWhat would you do if you were unwritten, if you never existed at all, but then you did and you do, but damn Toto we ain't in cansas anymore. Not a fanfic this is my own original work, it is my first story ever so don't be too hard I don't mind criti...