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Sorrow. Pain. Sadness. Loss of innocence. No one that age should ever have to feel these things. Its unfair. Its plain wrong, but there you sat feelings all these things. A whirlpool of dreadful emotions in your head, wondering why the world was so cruel. You were only 8, you should be playing outside, laughing, smiling, and enjoying every second of every day. You shouldn't even worry about life yet, it had barley even started, no child should be left alone in their room every night sobbing wanting the yelling to stop.
You lived in a small house 1 bathroom 2 bedrooms; the smallest one being given to you. The wallpaper was peeling and reeked of musty mildew. The only sound to litter the stale air were the shouts and screams of your parents. You were neglected at home, all your parents seemed to care about was fighting. 'Why were they still together if they were always so mean to each other?' You thought questioning your household. Daddy liked to drink, and you sometimes saw Mommy going into a car with a stranger. Life was confusing and rough for you, your only joy in the day was school. Oh school, how you loved it. It was incredible. Kind teachers that cared,learning many amazing things, a place to play, a safe haven for you. You wished school lasted even longer, you dreaded going home each day, being welcomed only by the lonely embrace of broken glass on the floor and shouts.
On one exceptionally warm Friday you threw on your favorite pink dress, it was a little tattered and dirty but you loved it nevertheless. Walking to the bus stop you stop by a patch of sweet peas and inhaled their sweet scent. The wonderful smell lingered in your nose, it was so much different than the smell of your own home, it was pleasant. You let out a smile before returning to walk. You boarded the bus and sat by your best friend Angeline. She always made your day better, she was pretty hyperactive and would never stop talking, saying one hilarious thing after another. You laughed and stumbled over your feet running away when you played tag at recess, it felt like a great release from the world.
Only that moment of bliss was short lived when you could hear the sounds of the tires rolling away from you making you snap back into your harsh reality. Time did go by when you were having fun. You slumped down and proceeded the agonizingly short walk to your house. Once inside you heard the familiar sounds and inhaled the familiar scents. You nervously walk to your room avoiding the haphazard scattered across the floor. Your father grabbed you by the wrist harshly "Why haven't you taken out the trash!" Your eyes begin to sting as fear crept in on you, "S-sorry I will do it right away." You stutter afraid of what might happen if you disobey. Once released you rub your wrist, red marks forming. You finished what chores you had left then proceeded into the safety of your room. You were about to crawl into bed, wanting to just sleep today away and wait for school to come again, when a brightly colored object resting on your windowsill caught your eye. It was a sweet pea flower. You smiled and looked out the window, wondering how it got there. Sighing happily you placed it by your pillow. You would have sweet dreams tonight, you just knew it.
Morning arrived and it was Saturday, you crept into the kitchen, Daddy was passed out on the couch and Mommy was with who knows.... You fixed yourself a piece of toast and headed out to your favorite place to go on the days school wasn't there to occupy you, the park. The park was huge, you walked around for hours and was never bored, there were creeks and tall trees dotting the various dirt pathways. Nature at it finest, it looked like something out of a photograph. You wandered around the grass and watched people play with their dogs for a little while then decided to go by the creek in the wooden trails. You sat on top of a large stone and listened to the babbling of the water while looking up at the shapes of the clouds in the sky, you heard a twig snap and your head slowly turned to see what it was. It was a man by a tree, he wore a yellow jacket and had a white mask on with black facial markings... it was weird honestly. You tilted your head and looked at him, his hands were outstretched and in it was a bundle of sweet pea flowers beckoning you to take them. You slowly and cautiously walked over to him, you were young and naive but not completely void of common judgement. Your tiny hand reached out and took the flowers out of his large gloved ones. "Th-thank you very much sir!" You let out shyly and look up at him to study his features more, he had mousy brown hair and stunning blue eyes from what peeked out of the masks eye holes.
The sky was beginning to get dark and you noticed you had been at the park for quite a while. "Oh! I need to go its getting dark." You shouted at the man while running in the opposite way frantically trying to get home before your parents were angry. You looked back while running and saw the man standing still, right where he was before, cocking his head a little to the side and slowly waving goodbye. You smiled and continued your journey home.
You placed the sweet peas by your pillow that night to inhale the sweet smell which lulled you happily to sleep.
You lived in a small house 1 bathroom 2 bedrooms; the smallest one being given to you. The wallpaper was peeling and reeked of musty mildew. The only sound to litter the stale air were the shouts and screams of your parents. You were neglected at home, all your parents seemed to care about was fighting. 'Why were they still together if they were always so mean to each other?' You thought questioning your household. Daddy liked to drink, and you sometimes saw Mommy going into a car with a stranger. Life was confusing and rough for you, your only joy in the day was school. Oh school, how you loved it. It was incredible. Kind teachers that cared,learning many amazing things, a place to play, a safe haven for you. You wished school lasted even longer, you dreaded going home each day, being welcomed only by the lonely embrace of broken glass on the floor and shouts.
On one exceptionally warm Friday you threw on your favorite pink dress, it was a little tattered and dirty but you loved it nevertheless. Walking to the bus stop you stop by a patch of sweet peas and inhaled their sweet scent. The wonderful smell lingered in your nose, it was so much different than the smell of your own home, it was pleasant. You let out a smile before returning to walk. You boarded the bus and sat by your best friend Angeline. She always made your day better, she was pretty hyperactive and would never stop talking, saying one hilarious thing after another. You laughed and stumbled over your feet running away when you played tag at recess, it felt like a great release from the world.
Only that moment of bliss was short lived when you could hear the sounds of the tires rolling away from you making you snap back into your harsh reality. Time did go by when you were having fun. You slumped down and proceeded the agonizingly short walk to your house. Once inside you heard the familiar sounds and inhaled the familiar scents. You nervously walk to your room avoiding the haphazard scattered across the floor. Your father grabbed you by the wrist harshly "Why haven't you taken out the trash!" Your eyes begin to sting as fear crept in on you, "S-sorry I will do it right away." You stutter afraid of what might happen if you disobey. Once released you rub your wrist, red marks forming. You finished what chores you had left then proceeded into the safety of your room. You were about to crawl into bed, wanting to just sleep today away and wait for school to come again, when a brightly colored object resting on your windowsill caught your eye. It was a sweet pea flower. You smiled and looked out the window, wondering how it got there. Sighing happily you placed it by your pillow. You would have sweet dreams tonight, you just knew it.
Morning arrived and it was Saturday, you crept into the kitchen, Daddy was passed out on the couch and Mommy was with who knows.... You fixed yourself a piece of toast and headed out to your favorite place to go on the days school wasn't there to occupy you, the park. The park was huge, you walked around for hours and was never bored, there were creeks and tall trees dotting the various dirt pathways. Nature at it finest, it looked like something out of a photograph. You wandered around the grass and watched people play with their dogs for a little while then decided to go by the creek in the wooden trails. You sat on top of a large stone and listened to the babbling of the water while looking up at the shapes of the clouds in the sky, you heard a twig snap and your head slowly turned to see what it was. It was a man by a tree, he wore a yellow jacket and had a white mask on with black facial markings... it was weird honestly. You tilted your head and looked at him, his hands were outstretched and in it was a bundle of sweet pea flowers beckoning you to take them. You slowly and cautiously walked over to him, you were young and naive but not completely void of common judgement. Your tiny hand reached out and took the flowers out of his large gloved ones. "Th-thank you very much sir!" You let out shyly and look up at him to study his features more, he had mousy brown hair and stunning blue eyes from what peeked out of the masks eye holes.
The sky was beginning to get dark and you noticed you had been at the park for quite a while. "Oh! I need to go its getting dark." You shouted at the man while running in the opposite way frantically trying to get home before your parents were angry. You looked back while running and saw the man standing still, right where he was before, cocking his head a little to the side and slowly waving goodbye. You smiled and continued your journey home.
You placed the sweet peas by your pillow that night to inhale the sweet smell which lulled you happily to sleep.
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