Through the years.A Chapter by PandoraI was suposed to be named Violet dressed in purple, and have my own room. That didn't happen. My life never happened all I have been doing is watching. I guess you could say i'm the creak in the hall. The cold feeling in the nursery. Never there just watching. Still I wonder what I would have been like. Would I have made friends? Had a family? Fell in love? At last I will never know, because I died before I was born.
Growing up was lonely I learned slowly like all other infants. The more I learned the more I fealt left out. Not being able to go to school, get a hug from a parent, and I would simply follow for the next few years. After years of watching I realized that death was also hard on my family. After Dad left and while watching mom cry I felt bad that I couldn't do anything. I couldn't comfort her, or tell her it was gonna be OK.
My mom had to move out of the house, and then only my dad lived here. He changed though he was no longer the father I wanted to have. He would go out and drink, he would be gone intire nights and come home at eight in the morning. Until one day he got married to a stranger. She had a son and for the first month the son would sleep here and his mom would pick him up later in the day. I thought the new women would help my father, instead they got into violent fights. After she left and her son stayed my father got more violent screaming at the child.
I had to protect him. At first it was simple moving him in another room when my father would have an outburst. He wouldn't notice since he was blinded by rage. I would feed him when my father wasn't there played with him put him to bed. It felt nice interacting. Watching wasn't the only thing I could do. © 2010 PandoraAuthor's Note
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Added on August 6, 2010 Last Updated on October 13, 2010 AuthorPandoraUnited KingdomAboutRight now I'm using this as a place to store my writing since I prefer using computers instead of handwriting stuff. It's way easier to edit stuff too. Yeah this is my storage place of stuff I writ.. more..Writing
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