Don't Forget Me In The Morning

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"Mama! Papa! Don't leave me!" I cried as I watched them fade into the darkness all around. I tried to chase them, but it seemed as if they only got further with each step. As I watched the last little bit of them fade away, I dropped to my knees and placed my head in my hands. "You said you'd never leave me," I sobbed into my hands.

Jolting up, I looked around to noticed that the darkness was gone. My breathing was labored. Putting my head in my hands, I rubbed my face. I have had the same dream for years now. Looking around, I got up from my bed, and walked out of my room to get a glass of milk.

My mother and father have been dead for nine years now. I was only eleven when this happened. When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly.

There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

When I turned the lights on, there was blood everywhere. My mother was on the bed, and my dad was holding his bat at my feet. They were both dead. I called the cops as my mother had told me to do in a crisis, although, I was in such a state of shock, my breathing became labored, which wasn't good for me because of my health, causing me to pass out.

When I awoke, I was in a hospital, my grandmother sitting beside of my bed. She told me all that happened. I didn't cry, although I should have. I just blankly stared into space. I was sent to live with my grandparents until they died. My grandfather died when I was sixteen and my grandmother when I turned eighteen. By that time, I knew how to live on my own. Now I am twenty. I have no job. No relationship. Nothing. I made no friends in school because of my oxygen tank. Even when I didn't need it anymore, I was still a nobody.

As I drank my glass of milk, I looked at the clock. 6:45 AM.