As long as I have you.
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Anneliese has been kept in the dark by the people in her life. She's the angle who brings light into the lives of others. Her happiness wavers when her mother leaves, opening a door of difficu...
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❀ Anneliese ❀
I wanted to sleep in five more minutes, but the front door slamming shut made me decide against extra sleep.
I can't help, but groan as I roll of bed. I do that little stretch where your bones shake. I stretch till I hear my back pop.
I brush my the tangles from my hair in the bathroom before turning to the shower. I pull the lever to the center, in between 'C' and 'H'.
After my shower I get dressed in a long sleeve, white t-shirt, and my finest pair of overalls. I pair the outfit with my golden heart pendant that hangs above the center of my chest, and my small gold bracelet.
I usually don't take off my jewelry, but I do when I shower or swim.
I always get scared because one time my necklace turned green in primary school because I went swimming and never took it off.
I check the time on my phone. I'm running late.
I grab a pair of light pink socks from my drawer and pick up the scuffed up white shoes by my bedroom door.
These shoes have been through it.
"Bye Mom," I kiss the picture frame of me and my mom that sits on my dresser. "see you later."
I make it half way down the stairs with my socks already on. On the last step I stuff my feet into the shoes, lacing them up.
Straight ahead is the family room, but I call it the den. Den always makes me think of bunnies.
Lying on the couch is Anthony, my dad's younger brother. He's not a fan of me being here.
It's because I'm a bad reminder.
I'm not sure what I remind him of, but I know it's nothing that makes him smile with happiness.
I don't know my dad, he's never been in my life. I could walk past an old man and he could be my dad and I wouldn't know.
Not super old, maybe 47. I'd still suspect him to be a little gray.
When do you grow grey hair? I think gray hair on women is a power move.
I slip out the front door quietly. I've mastered closing doors quietly.
I even got this game where I wait till the microwave gets ready to turn zero, then I open it so it doesn't beep. I'm pretty good at it. Although it was more something I used to do when I was younger.
I leave my car keys inside, not needing them. My brakes are a little screechy right now, so I prefer to not use my car while it's icy out.
I used to have a bike, but it got stolen, so I walk to work now. For now.
A random thought told me Anthony sold my bike, but I burry those thoughts. I remember waking up one night and watching a man grab it from the porch.
I can't help but feel guilty for thinking he'd sell it.
