My life is a crumpled mess of mistakes anyways.
Her words echoed through my head in a voice I thought would sound like hers. Where would I even start with describing my own life. Hell, I was pretty messed up too. But I would never tell anyone that.
Through this journal though, I could tell her everything.
You aren't alone.
Age 5- My mother finally packed her things and left my abusive father. The only twist? She didn't bother taking me with her.
Age 9- My father finally got himself killed by having too much to drink. The funeral was empty except for me and my fathers new girlfriend, a prostitute I learned he fooled around with even when my mother was around.
Age 17- Messed up with emotions like waves, living in a new loving home that I will never fully appreciate. Yet, thankful I got this assignment so I could finally vent, let everything out.
I still hide behind these pages with no identity to you, but I guess that's the good part.
Your turn.
~A.
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Prince Behind the Pages
Short StoryI wanted to know his name, his face, his voice--everything I knew about him was through the words written down on that little black book. But I wanted to know more; I wanted to know him. ~thank you so much for reading, voting, and commenting. the su...
