~* Bad decisions make great stories *~
A Harry Styles dark romance that explores the intricacies of mental health, morality and sexual attraction. Enter a world of sin, opulence and crime.
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It started and ended with the wind.
She was a hurrican...
I don't understand. Only a few days ago she was taking me to get ice cream for my birthday, even though dad told us not to go out, and now she's gone.
Dad is angry. I think he's angry at me but I don't understand what I did wrong and it makes me sad because all I want is for my daddy to hug me but he won't even look at me.
My hair whips around my face as I sit on the swing in the backyard. I tried brushing it this morning but it hurt, there were so many knots; mummy always brushed my hair for me. It's so windy and cold but I don't want to go inside. Dad has friends over - big, scary men who are either mean to me or ignore me.
Jumping off the swing hurts my leg. It's still sore from the crash. The nice nurse from the hospital said I was very lucky to only have bruises. I try to walk normally but the pain makes me limp. I clutch my teddy to my chest and try to ignore it - I cried after mummy didn't come home from the hospital but dad yelled at me and said I had nothing to cry about. He yells so much now.
I hear soft noises in the neighbour's yard and smile - they have the cutest, fluffiest chickens who sometimes come and keep me company through the fence. Ignoring the pain in my leg, I sit down next to a small gap in the wood and instantly spy white feathers. They look like clouds and I often imagine that they feel just like clouds would too. Sometimes they get close enough to let me pat them through the small opening.
"Hello chickies" I whisper. I don't want dad to hear me and yell at me some more. It makes me want to cry. I know he misses mummy and that is making him sad. I tried drawing him a picture yesterday to cheer him up but it didn't work. He ripped it up and threw it away.
A little pom pom head pokes through the gap in the fence and pecks at the grass on my side. I can't help but smile and start picking nice green bits to offer them. The soft little taps on my finger as she happily accepts the food makes me giggle quietly.
Maybe dad just needs some time to get less sad. Then he will go back to being the best dad ever who hugs me, loves my drawings and laughs.
Maybe mummy will come home from the hospital and we can be a family again.
Maybe.
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