*Character’s name is Anna
I wasn’t a good child, but I wasn’t bad either. I tried, but you can only do so much when no one expects much from you. See, my father is a drunk. A terrible, abusive drunkard he drank so much I’m surprised he hadn’t died of liver cancer. But that’s not important right now; I want to tell you about my mother. My mother Shannon married Frank J. Walcott, also known as my father, when she turned fifteen. (It wasn’t all that bad, she did look eighteen and people in my town overlooked that sort of thing). However she was still a minor and she couldn’t live with him until she turned eighteen. She met him when she on her way to school. “He had a motorcycle” she would say fondly. Her parents were dead, she barely remembered them. She was shuffled from family member to family member until her uncle agreed to take her. Uncle Silas is his name and he is the best damn thing in my life. I don’t see him much because of Frank but whenever I do it’s kind of sad because I know he can’t do anything to stop it. My mother was too ashamed to tell Silas and I just didn’t want to die. Frank, because I could never call him father, would kill me and make my mother watch. No, it was better for all of us if Silas didn’t find out. Frank was going straight to hell and I was going with him.
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Haunted
FantasyI don't know if I was lucky, brave, or stupid maybe a combination of all three but I wasn't going to stay here. This place where I was afraid to even too loud in the rare instance I was noticed. I couldn't do it, at least...not anymore.
