Laughter can set fire to rain

Before primary school

I am 2 years old. I never stop talking! With my pretty blonde ringlets and shining blue eyes, I look nothing like my parents. Aunty Jin is looking after me. I know mummy and daddy are coming, Jinny told me so. She told me that my cousin Bobby was in hospital because his lungs stopped working. His sister Prissy needed to be looked after and Uncle Joey didn't want his sister Jinny doing it so he called his other sister, that's mummy, and she brought daddy with her to help with everything. Their coming back!

-2 hours later-

Bobby died in hospital. We just got a call from Joey. Prissy died when she went to see him. One of the machines failed and electrocuted her. She was only 5. Joey tried to save her when he saw it coming but he got electrocuted as well and on his way down (unconscious) he spilt the glass of water his son had been given just minuets before and he was electrocuted even more, to death this time. Mummy and daddy are in the car coming home to me. A whole branch of our family tree, gone. When Aunty Jinny heard the news she couldn't handle it. She hit me, a few times, blaming me for the tragedy, saying that if I wasn't here she could've gone and saved her brother. She was screaming and crying. She had loved her big brother. Apparently, she loved him to death, for after I was crying on the floor covered in bruises, she killed herself in our kitchen. I'd like to say that I didn't see her, but I did. I walked in when I heard the silence that came from within that once white room I knew so well. I screamed at the sight, confused and upset. I ran to my room and cried. I still have some of those bruises now.

-2 hours later-

Mum and dad died. They were speeding to get home to me. Car crash. I am alone in the world. Everyone in my family has died now. Someone heard me screaming in the night and called the police, who then got Docs to come and get me. I was cared for at their orphanage but not loved.
When I was 4, I was taught to read and write. I got given a book to read and another to write in.
I was in that orphanage for 4 years, my once chatty voice had scarcely been used for the vast majority of that time. When I was 6 a couple by the name of the Duncan's adopted me into their family. I had an older brother and a younger sister. They got attention. My new parents never cared what I did. I locked myself in my room and I drew all that I remembered from my past. No one ever saw my drawings. They were what you might call horrific for a child, traumatising even, but I didn't understand. I just drew what I had once seen as if drawing it would stop me from remembering how I felt that day.
I may have only been 2 at the time and 6 when adopted, but I had seen what not even a grown-up should ever have to see, had lived through a moment that no one should live through, faced a sight not many have to face, watched as a small but beautiful tree was cut down. My family tree.
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Thank you for reading my prologue and first chapter! There is still a lot more chapters to go but I will start on the primary school years very soon :) please leave any feedback in the comments!