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ForSaken |
| Written by Jessica S. Arnold | |
| Tuesday, 29 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      ForSaken My birthday, I had been looking forward to this day since I turned 14, and it was a saturday, the best day to have a birthday. There had been no indication that that day would be the end of everything I thought was real. I almost flew into the bathroom, my heart sprouting wings. My father and I lived alone in the small apartment at the ground floor of a 70s building. I hated living inside such a miserable-looking building but since mother died, we had been unable to find anywhere else to live that did not cost too much. I watched my father slave through the days, stuck behind an out dated computer that took a long, long, time to start. It made me guilty that I could not do more to help him out of his obvious depression, but what could I do when he did not tell me what was wrong. I wanted to ask him what was wrong but I was afraid of the temper that sometimes flared whenever the wrong thing was said. "Go to your room Kiyoko... Please..." father cupped my face in his hands, "You are so beautiful, don't frown, don't spoil what you are gifted with..." he lent toward me and kissed my forehead. I had never felt so suspiscious of him before this. Instead of going to my bedroom like I had been told to, I crept into the study, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible. The computer seemed to take longer than ever to start; perhaps it was doing this on purpose, a cruel trick of fate that tensed my muscles. When the login screen finally appeared, more than twenty minutes later, I had felt desperate and eager to know what I would find. I could hear the television through the solid oak door and so I knew that my father could not hear the clicks of the mouse, nor the annoying beep of the computer. I remembered his password from when I had seen him use it two day's before and I found it easy to enter his account. I held my breath as I read the email for the third time; I had thought that I could no longer be shocked by anything that I saw.
...Why do I have to pay so much for a little girl... What was this? Was this real? ...If you want her out of your life, why the hell do you deny me this?... The television in the other room suddenly fell eerily silent, the click of the power turning off echoing in my head as I sat, frozen, forever waiting...
All, I can say is that I would not be here if I had not been so nosey. Copyright 2008 Jessica |
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