"Oh annabelle"! Anabelle stopped her drawing to turn towards the door were her mother stood."time to come in sweetheart dinner is ready"! Her mother yelled to her. Annabelle got up and gathered up her supplies off of the tree stump and walked back to her house. As she walked in the door she heard her mother fixing plates in the kitchen. "Make sure you wash your hands young lady". Annabelle sighed and headed to wash her hands, and as she washed them she looked up at the mirror. There she gazed at her features, pale skin that looked like it never touched the sun, pale blue eyes she wished to claw out, and long washed out blonde hair that looked almost white in the light. Annabelle was so distracted that she did not notice her mother walk in until she was right behind her. She looked up at her mother through the mirror, "oh annabelle" her mother sighed "you look just like him". Annabelle said nothing and continued to stare at her mother through the mirror. 'I wish' annabelle would think 'i wish to be like you mother, i wish for your short brown hair your green eyes and your fair skin, i wish not to look like the man you had loved'. She didn't notice her mother's tears till her mother wiped them away "well that's enough of that" she said through a raspy voice "let's go eat". Annabelle and her mother sat at the table in silence. Neither spoke and neither ate, her mother grown tired of the silence decided to speak "so annabelle how are your studies" annabelle shrugged " have you learnt anything new"? And once again annabelle shrugged " wasn't it a beautiful day today annabelle" her mother looked at her pleadingly begging her to give what she could not, annabel did nothing not a shrug or a nod, instead annabelle looked down at her plate. Her mother stood up abruptly knocking over her chair in the process "answer me annabelle"! Her mother yelled "am i not worthy of your voice no more am i no longer worthy of you"! Her mother fell into a heap on the floor crying. Annabelle got up and picked up her and her mothers plate and took them into the kitchen and put them in the fridge full of old dinner plates. Annabelle stepped over her mothers still sobbing body and went to her room. Annabelle laid on her bed and listen to the sound of her mother crying just as she had did for the past 3 years. 'Im sorry mother' annabelle thought 'i'm sorry i look like the man you used to love, i'm sorry i cant sang to you anymore mother' anabelle went to sleep the words im sorry playing through her head like a broken record. The next day went like every other day annabelle got out of bed after her mother left to tend to the garden and left to draw at her favorite tree stump by the pond and stayed there till her mother would call her in for dinner only for the same breakdown that happen every day would happen again. But today instead of falling asleep like she usually did she stayed awake until she knew her mother had fallen asleep. Annabelle snuck out the house with a tape recorder in hand and went to the stream behind her mother's garden and looked up at the stars she pulled out the tape recorder and pressed record. Silence only the sound of the flowing stream could be heard until an angelic sound filled the air that hasn't been heard in years "im sorry mother, i could not be strong enough, im sorry father, i cant protect her any longer, and i'm sorry to myself, for being to weak to go on" annabelle tears running down her face stopped the recording and dropped the tape recorder to the ground and started to walk into the stream until only her head could be seen and spoke one finale time "see you soon father" and under she went.

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PuisiThese are a bunch of depressing mediocre poems and small stories I write in my free time (in school) Any art I post I do not own unless I say otherwise