The World Looked Brighter Through His Eyes

Prologue

When I was little mum would sing to me every night, her songs promising me that she and dad would always be there and that as long as I lived, the world will be filled with love and wonder. I used to believe her.

Now, if I close my eyes I can still remember every detail on her face, every dimple from her endless smiling. I don't do that often though. The pain is too much.

Dad was the opposite. He was never there. Always working, always busy. He felt more like a strict teacher than a parent. I don't feel the same pain for him as I do for mum. There is the ache for my father, but I think that was always there, even before he died.

Primary school was lonely, I had Emily and Lou, but it always felt like they were walking on eggshells around me. They were too afraid to say something that would trigger my emotions, so most of my primary school years were spent in silence.

I still live in that silence. It's empty, lonely and loud. Constantly I hear voices yelling at me, putting me down and of course, it's all in my head.

In the real world, everyone is just like Emily and Lou, to scared to say something wrong, so they choose the simple option. Say nothing at all.

Me, I'm not bad looking, with my mothers gold and brown hair and my father's yellow-green eyes, but I'm not a standout. I love my clothing style, not extravagant but not mute. My hair, although the colour is brilliant, is boring and straight. No curls or wave in sight.

My name is Lydia Faithe, and this is my new life.

So what did you think?? This is my first published story. I hope you like it!!

~Rosa 🌹