The past

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I often sit and wonder if anyone is looking for me, if anyone even cares. I always come to the same conclusion. They don't. Well - It's even that or they've forgotten me. Which is probably most likely. 

I try to remember before It all happens, but my memory is flimsy, I've been away for too long.

The past hurts,

and, 

i can't remember who I used to be.

My eyes watering, I lie down, and begin to fall asleep.

***

I wake up to the simple sound of seagulls shrieking and the salty waves sailing across the sea, our boat rocking in time to the splashes. I can tell a storm is coming. Some other people could be worried, but not me. I trust dad completely to sail our boat safely to our new home. (He won't tell me where it is because it's a surprise, but I know it's going to be wonderful!) I can't wait!

I throw on some mismatched clothes and shoes. Giddy with excitement, I sprint up the stairs two at a time and burst through the doors to the main deck. But Dad isn't anywhere to be seen. I look for him, everywhere. In his room. Behind the barrels. The control room. I even stood outside the mens toilets to see if I could hear anything. But he is no where  I look. Not sure what to do next, I peer down the side of the boat. All I can see is the waves powerfully splashing against our hull. The storm is here. I do hope Dad hasn't fallen in. Suddenly hands grasp my shoulders, so hard they seem to pierce my skin. I turn around and stop in my tracks. 



It's him.

He lets out a cry and pushes me away.

 Over the edge.

Away from the boat.

Away from him.

I am falling.

down, down, down

further and further away from life as I know  it.

and then there is a huge splash,

and i hit a wall of water.

my legs sting.

My head hurts.

I thrash, trying to stay above, but it doesn't work. 

The waves of the storm are ferocious.

And I am not a strong swimmer.

 I look up and see Dad smirking at me. 

 I hear a boom of thunder.

And lightning crosses the sky.

And strikes our boat.

I hear flames as I go under.

The current takes me away,

away from everything, and I wake up on a jungle island.





My new home.

***

I wake up with tears in my eyes. 

He forgot me - even worse - he did it on purpose.

I can't get the words out of my head, 



My new home

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