I didn't know I was being abandoned until everything was gone.
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I packed up my boxes with Mother, and loaded them into the car. "Dad is following behind us."
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I watched as fragments of my bones shattered under my flesh, and I felt a sheering pain I hadn't ever experienced. But it wasn't bone, and it hasn't gone away. I was left broken when she walked the other direction, that night.
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Slowly my sister coughed and sneezed. Mother took her away "somewhere special" from then on she never returned.
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My journals were burned. All my picture albums and posters were soaked. My clothing was in strings, yet I still managed to make something out of them: kites.
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Mother said she was going somewhere that she may never return from. "Never return from." What was that even supposed to mean? I didn't understand, so I kissed her goodnight like usual and turned on the news the next morning while making her breakfast. I never knew Mother owned a gun. I never knew she didn't know how to point it right. Maybe I could have taught her just how to aim.
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The house paint was peeling. The bricks were crumbling. The windows are still shattered to this day. "Home."
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I didn't know what "losing everything" meant until I heard it in a song, I sang along via beating heart.
And now I'm gone.
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• love's child •
Short Storyand love had death, who in return made love proud sad short stories written by yours truly fanfic included, along with poetry/slam poetry disclaimer: i dont own any art used that i found from google or used for graphics unedited trigger warning, rea...
