The house of a thousand feelings

In retrospect of my exsistance, only dim light shines on my past,
never the thought appeared in my mind, but it crept up on me, unsuspectingly,
and the things I vowed never to remember suddenly sprung in front of me.
As if shouting "Look at me, look at me!" Like a child feeling left alone,
it took over me, my feelings, my emotions. I was numb.
A teenager. Thinking I knew so much, and truely I knew so little.
Everything a fight,
Everything a refusal.
Sweet words and a smile mistaken as a truth from a 'lover.'
He tried so many things. Should have listened to my mother.
Tears wetting, dampening and seeping into my pillow.
Something so mistaken, a problem so trivial.
Escaping through art. Through my homework. Through my music.
Anything to take me away. Anything was theraputic.
Late night partying, my mom called. "Are you alright?"
"Go away. Stop calling." And that's why I had cried?
Because It was so stupid looking to hav her her call...
or were they all just so misguided, they didnt see how good it was?
Their parents may not have cared.
Mine did.
I should have too.
"I wont let you hang out with them."
"Your the reason for my strife."
The next day it happened. They tried to take my life.
Should have listened.
Family time. We were having so much fun. We were all getting along.
I turned eighteen. I moved away. I never looked back, like they all do.
Now I sit here in my bedroom of my apartment, thousands of miles away
over twenty years ago, these scenes did take place.
I sat, stunned for a moment. Shocked beyond repair.
I grabbed my telephone.
"Mom, are you there?"

The End.

Pfft