The Abandoned And Faithful

Chapter One: The Background.

April 5th, 1994. 8:41 P.M.

"It's a girl!" or "It's a boy!" Two of the things parents would like to hear when they are in the hospital. Which is really what's supposed to happen. Children are supposed to be appreciated. Children are supposed to be loved. Children are supposed to have family to love. And be cared by family. Right? Right. At least that's my opinion. To me, hearing the excitement of my mother and father when I was born was the best thing to my ears. Things could be different. In a bad way.

"Johnny, look at her beautiful eyes!" A woman's raspy voice exclaimed. Her dirty blond hair was wavy and everywhere. My big eyes opened to see peaceful, happy people. The woman carrying me. The man kneeling next to her. He had black hair that was flipped up in the front. All that was going through my mind was "who are these people? Where am I?" Their smiling faces shined down on me. Around my little snug body, more people came around me. Wrapping me up in a soft fabric that was very light colored.

"Nothing is wrong with her ma'am. You may take her home." The men and women that were crowding around me held me, looking at me smiling. My head turns to see that the raspy voiced woman was getting into a chair that were off the ground by big, round wheels. The man helped her to sit in the chair. Her arms were out towards the people around me.

"I will take her now." Her raspy voice was very low. My body was moving so that I was floating in her arms. I couldn't help but smile. To see all these gentle and nice people around me. Caring for me. Both me and the woman started moving towards a clear sheet of glass that opened by a shiny handle. Followed by the man with the black hair, we exited that room to a long hallway.

More people stood up from long shiny benches and came towards me. They were pointing their fingers at me and getting close. But they had smiles on their faces. Which made me want to smile even more. One woman ran out in front of the large crowd around us. She was holding a camera. "Say cheese!" Me as a baby, I didn't know what was happening. A flash came over my eyes, and I just blinked it off. The woman carrying me was being moved by the black haired man to another clear door. But this time it led to clear air and blue skies.

Suddenly, all that I could see was a gray felt ceiling in front of moving white fluffs and blue sky as I lay upwards. The light haired woman was also in my view. Her mouth was moving and her face was red.

"I had work hun!" The dark haired man exclaimed, moving his hands as he holds onto the black steering wheel. His voice had a certain tone to it. A southern accent that was very heavy.

"Well you could at least be there for the birth of your child!" Her face was full of anger. Her breath smelt repulsive. I was scared seeing people like this. My head went farther into the soft felt. The fear that I felt should be illegal to feel. A newborn child on the lap of a screaming mother and seeing a fight right when I open my eyes.

These people were my parents. The ones I now call mother and father. I love them very much. I always will. Forever and ever.

My father turns the wheel, followed by a bump causing me to rise into the air for a second. Then I float back down. "Can we at least try to be good parents to our daughter?" He yelled, as he gets out of the car. Mother grabbed me tightly, scaring my little self even more.

The door opens to a comfy living space with green couches and peach colored walls. My mother drops me down on the green, causing me to lean on my side that's facing out towards them.

"I'm the one who actually gave birth to her! I didn't show up late!"

"I had work! Trying to support our new family!" Tears came streaming down my big cheeks.

Now I wish I never went through this day. It changed me. It changed my family. I am only 6 now. A lot can change in 6 years. A lot has changed in 6 years.

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My hands close the book tight. I set my pen that my dad gave me down next to my journal. "Olivia's Journal" was written in black ink on top of a tan book cover. The sleeve of my long sleeved night gown wiped the tears dripping from my eyes. A chain that hangs down from the lamp pulls down as I tug on it. The room turns dark and I start to move under my covers.

The sound of distant fighting can be heard from down the hall. Seconds later a drop falls onto the white linen pillow. My eyes close tightly. I wish I could just sleep in peace. I wish I could live in peace.