Tears Fade Away, but Scars Stay the Same, chapter 1
I was laying on my bed, trying to drown the sound of my parents fighting out with my music, my only possession, and I had stolen them.
We were poor, I could get clothes and that was pretty much it. I has about 13 CD's and a CD player, if you looked around my room, you'd see a pile of clothes and a mattress with some sheets.
The CD's and CD player, I had either stolen or had gotten them from a friend.
But all my friends were at better schools on another side of town now. They were still my friends, but I only saw them a few times over the summer.
"You fucking bastard! Go to hell! You don't even help support this family!!" My mom was yelling at my dad
Heh, what family? I wasn't a part of this 'family' as far as I was concerned. I was just the freak that inhabited the spare, bare room in the front of the house.
"You're just pissed because if we get a divorce, you know the court will give Esther to me!" My dad backfired after a half hour of fighting,
Esther, yes that's me. I like my name personally. Esther Ohanna. And, my last name doesn't matter.
I heard glass shatter and doors slamming. What the fuck? No, it was usual. I'm surprised we still had this to break. I heard rustling in the closet outside my door, what was in there that my dad wanted? there was only some coats and his gun in there
Oh Shit.
"You fucking bitch!"
I walked out of my room, hearing my dad scream and yell as my mom yelled back. Don't get me wrong, I still loved them, and I knew they cared for me. I didn't want t hem to die
I was only 10! I wasn't even fully grown up yet!
"Shut up you fucking ass!" She yelled back at him, neither of them saw me. Until it was too late.
My mom had looked at me, just as my dad shot her. Mouthing, 'I love you.' I felt tears streaming down my face, as he shot himself as well. I fell to the ground crying my eyes out, watching the rivers of blood stream all over the living room floor.
Oh my God, I'd be so messed up after this. I was alone, what do I do? I looked up and gazed at my dead parents, I couldn't believe this. He had taken her with him.
The way he wanted it.
I stumbled back into my room, crying my eyes out. I could feel my face turn red with anger. I didn't have any nice clothes, so I grabbed a small suitcase from somewhere in the house, threw in some clothes, my music and zipped it up. I walked out to the living room, realizing I was now walking in blood. I cried again as I ran out the door down to the police station with tears staining my face, stinging my eyes. They stained my face, but this scar, I owuld carry for life.
I burst through the doors and caused whoever was at the desk to look up.
"What's wrong? You're awfull young to be wonderin' these streets at 11:00 at night" He said
"My dad just killed my mom and himself and they're in my living room dead and I sw it! I saw him shoot her! I want them back! I'm only 10! I can't live without them!" I stated bawling again as his jaw dropped in shock.
I was taken back to the house with 2 police officers to examine the house. I satyed in the car as they walked around. When they came back, the woman cop said I could stay with her tonight, seeing as I had no family out here.
We got to her house and she walked me into a spare room. She tried to comfort me, but I just cried. I fell asleep around 2, constantly waking up to nightmares of what had just happened.
We were poor, I could get clothes and that was pretty much it. I has about 13 CD's and a CD player, if you looked around my room, you'd see a pile of clothes and a mattress with some sheets.
The CD's and CD player, I had either stolen or had gotten them from a friend.
But all my friends were at better schools on another side of town now. They were still my friends, but I only saw them a few times over the summer.
"You fucking bastard! Go to hell! You don't even help support this family!!" My mom was yelling at my dad
Heh, what family? I wasn't a part of this 'family' as far as I was concerned. I was just the freak that inhabited the spare, bare room in the front of the house.
"You're just pissed because if we get a divorce, you know the court will give Esther to me!" My dad backfired after a half hour of fighting,
Esther, yes that's me. I like my name personally. Esther Ohanna. And, my last name doesn't matter.
I heard glass shatter and doors slamming. What the fuck? No, it was usual. I'm surprised we still had this to break. I heard rustling in the closet outside my door, what was in there that my dad wanted? there was only some coats and his gun in there
Oh Shit.
"You fucking bitch!"
I walked out of my room, hearing my dad scream and yell as my mom yelled back. Don't get me wrong, I still loved them, and I knew they cared for me. I didn't want t hem to die
I was only 10! I wasn't even fully grown up yet!
"Shut up you fucking ass!" She yelled back at him, neither of them saw me. Until it was too late.
My mom had looked at me, just as my dad shot her. Mouthing, 'I love you.' I felt tears streaming down my face, as he shot himself as well. I fell to the ground crying my eyes out, watching the rivers of blood stream all over the living room floor.
Oh my God, I'd be so messed up after this. I was alone, what do I do? I looked up and gazed at my dead parents, I couldn't believe this. He had taken her with him.
The way he wanted it.
I stumbled back into my room, crying my eyes out. I could feel my face turn red with anger. I didn't have any nice clothes, so I grabbed a small suitcase from somewhere in the house, threw in some clothes, my music and zipped it up. I walked out to the living room, realizing I was now walking in blood. I cried again as I ran out the door down to the police station with tears staining my face, stinging my eyes. They stained my face, but this scar, I owuld carry for life.
I burst through the doors and caused whoever was at the desk to look up.
"What's wrong? You're awfull young to be wonderin' these streets at 11:00 at night" He said
"My dad just killed my mom and himself and they're in my living room dead and I sw it! I saw him shoot her! I want them back! I'm only 10! I can't live without them!" I stated bawling again as his jaw dropped in shock.
I was taken back to the house with 2 police officers to examine the house. I satyed in the car as they walked around. When they came back, the woman cop said I could stay with her tonight, seeing as I had no family out here.
We got to her house and she walked me into a spare room. She tried to comfort me, but I just cried. I fell asleep around 2, constantly waking up to nightmares of what had just happened.
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