My very first story here. This is for my ELA project. Just leave some comments, if you liked it or disliked it, I would love to hear what you have to say. :)
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Paper hearts. What are those? We used to make them when we were kids even until now. We use them for decorations, for fun and sometimes for expressing our love to someone. Paper hearts are just simple. Nothing to brag about but upon receiving one, you can feel absolute happiness. Paper hearts or a single paper heart holds mysterious things. Something about them that’s very unique. Simple but holds a lot of different meanings; love, friendship, hatred, jealousy, happiness, sadness, horrifying events. Receiving one from an anonymous being holds a lot of questions unanswered especially when your own personal secrets are at stake. One, “Who is it from?” Two, “Why did I get this?” Three, “Is this person even real?” and four, “Can I trust him with my secret?” I received a paper heart from an anonymous being once and it completely changed my life.
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"Go to hell, dad," I said after my own father slapped me.
Another argument. My father was drunk again. After mom died, every day, every night he would be like this; I couldn't blame him. It's been exactly 1 month after she died and dad hasn't recovered yet. Even though my dad would hurt me, I still like living with him. I'm not a masochist; I just couldn't accept my other parent leaving. I love my dad and he's just like this because of mom being gone. I had to be strong for him. I had to be strong for me.
I lied down, got my iPod, played a song and put the volume to max. I just needed a breather.
Even though I was the most popular girl in school, they didn't know what I was going through. They knew my mom died but that's it. What they didn't know my dad could be emotionally unstable; he would beat me especially when he's drunk. I breathed in; tears were continuously falling down from my eyes. I got my mom's picture on my desk, "Mom, I wish you were still here. You shouldn't have left us; you shouldn't have left me. I love you very much, Mom," I closed my eyes and cried myself to sleep.
I woke up with the sound of the car. Dad was leaving? Well, he would always leave when I go to school and especially on weekends. I went down to eat breakfast and there were two baggages. Dad was leaving alright. He was leaving for good.
"Dad, w-what's going on?" I asked all confused, "I'm leaving, Ella. My actions were rather harsh. I didn't want to hurt you. I just-" I cut him off, "Miss Mom?" He looked at the ground. I knew that was it."Who's going to take care of me, then? Dad, don't leave. We have to be strong. Running away can't solve your problems," tears were falling down from my eyes and my dad's, "E-Ella, your grandparents will take care of you. If I stay here, I might do something I'll regret my whole life and I don't want to risk anything," he said as my grandparents arrived. My dad got in the car. I knocked on the window and he can obviously see me. "Dad!" I shouted. I shouted and knocked on the window countless times but still he wouldn't give me a glance. He backed up the car. I followed still knocking on his window. I was trying to run as fast as I could. My breath getting shorter and shorter as the car moved faster. I couldn't keep up with the car anymore. I was still catching my breath. The car was getting farther and farther with every breath I take. My dad wasn't coming back. My grandparents hugged me and I bursted to tears. I couldn't take it anymore. I have no one. I was alone.
It was Sunday and I have to go to school tomorrow. There was no other choice. I went to the park before I went inside my house. I just needed some time to think. I went to a secluded area in the park. There was a shady maple tree and under it was a bench. People never go here. They were too lazy because it was located at the far end of the park. But, the view was worth it. So, it was a good place to think. I was just staring at the beautiful view. The sun was setting; it highlighted the color of the maple leaves. It was really quiet there. You could just hear the rustling of the leaves, hummingbirds humming and the whistling of the strong wind. It was just amazing. I breathe in. "Mom, I just need you here with me right now. I have no one else anymore. Dad left and I just... I don't know what to do anymore. But mom, I won't give up. You taught me to be strong. I’ll just remember you're always here with me," I said as I wiped my tears. I heard footsteps behind me; I heard someone stepped on the maple leaves that had fallen because of the wind. I looked back. No one was there. Who could that be? Maybe it was just my imagination. I got up and just headed home.
