Tears Of The Broken (M. Shadows Daughter)

1. Monday

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As a kid I remember my mom and I, stuffed into a small one bedroom apartment in the big city known as New York. I also remember my first day of school lots of kids crying over leaving their parents, mom's and dad's scattered everywhere. And I held my mom's hand and had always wondered about my dad, why I never saw him, why mamma never saw him. And I also remember what she said the time I asked if dad was gonna come home?

At the time I was only five, unaware of what I was asking and how difficult it was for my mom to answer. She sighed and ran fingers through her hair, grabbing my small hand in hers. And I remember the way her blue eyes gazed sadly into mine "It's better off you don't know your father, he'll just let you down." Tear's began to fall from her eyes,

"But why can't I meet him, mamma? We can be a fam-"

"Cause he doesn't want to meet you sweetie." Cutting me off, I was completely stunned. All I wanted was to be normal, to have a dad that I could call my hero. I felt sick, as her words circled through my thoughts. She kissed my head, and left the room. I cried, for the very first time I actually hated someone, he just happened to be my dad.

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"Alex, you have to get up." I groaned, pulling the covers over my head, muttering a cranky no, into my pillow. The covers were yanked off my head, being greeted by the morning sun.

"One more day?" I groaned, my aunt Sarah glared with arms crossed.
"Okay, okay." I sat up, letting my eyes adjust.

"Breakfast is waiting." She left shutting the door, I fell backwards covering up with my blankets, shutting my eyes once more.  Today was the first day I would be attending my new school here in California, my uncle thought it would be a good idea for a fresh start. I knew they had been saving up for a new house, but I was a little surprised to hear we would be moving to California. Life was just full of surprises wasn't it. It was hard to leave New York it's where I grew up, with my mom. But felt refreshing because that's where my mother was killed, by some dumb-ass drunk driver.  Even though it's almost been a year since she was killed, I won't talk about it. Some people, they think it'll make me feel better that it'll help me mourn her death?
I was lucky though, to have people like my aunt Sarah, and uncle John take me in, my aunt was three years younger than my mom, and I know they weren't ready to take care of me. But they did, and I am thankful for them.

Deciding to finally get out of bed, I put on a pair of faded skinny jeans, and a plain black t-shirt.I had inherited a lot of my mothers looks, but I inherited some of my 'fathers' characteristics also; my mother had blue eyes and blonde hair, I had hazel-blue eyes and brown hair. I decided to put my hair in a tall pony tail, and after applying eyeliner I descended down stairs. Where I found aunt Sarah and uncle John sitting at the table eating a hearty meal of shredded wheat's and apple slices.

"What a feast." I joked pouring myself a bowl. John looked up at me from the paper, I rolled my eyes.

"Why do you even still read those things?" I shoveled the food into my mouth as John smirked pushing glasses further up his nose.

"Because I'm a sophisticated young man, and my father spoke wise words, that a man, needs brains not brawn." He spoke sarcastically "He also said 'son, you're an idiot, just go read the paper or something' I've read the paper everyday since."I laugh every time I hear that, cause it's true, Uncle John could be an idiot sometimes.