Why Is Life So Hard, Lizzy?, chapter 16
*Dream*
"Mommy? Mommy" Where are you?"
"I'm right here baby." I heard a ghostly figure reply. I ran around looking for it, but couldn't find it. I sat down on the ground, crying...(I'd had this dream time and time again, but always after I sat down on the ground, my dream always ended)
..."Lizzy, my precious Lizzy, daddies here, don't cry." Came a man's voice.
"Wow, my dream was actually going further. Maybe i'll find out my parents identity and i can finally move on!" i thought subconciously.
The little girl in my mind picked her head up from crying to look at her daddy... Billie?!
*End Dream*
I sat bolt right up in my bed. Had I seen that correctly? Billie...my real father? Nah, can't be, I mean, i may have the looks of him somewhat, but he can't be my father. No way. I swung my legs over the bed and walked to 'Kita, to check on her. I stroked her head then went for a quick glass of water.
I quietly glided down he stairs and noticed my dad sleeping at the kitchen table, where I had left him, only a few hours before. 'Kita started crying softly, only it seased after a few moments. I heard Franky softly singing to her, as he walked back down the hall.
I walked over to my dad, to stly shake him awake so he could go up to bed with my mom. I noticed he was laying over what appeared to be a newspapers from the time of my disappearence. March 17. 1998.
"A young Elizabeth Anne Armstrong, has gone missing after what was supposed ot be a pleasant family outing. A statement from Billie Joe Armstrong, lead singer of Green Day had this to say "Please, I just want my baby back home. If you see her, call 1-800-TIPS. Thanks."
We took the statement as wife Adrienne Armstrong stood close with her other 2 children, Joseph and Jakob Armstrong. If anyone should happen to see her, again, please call 1-800-TIPS."
My hand shot to my mouth as I realized that that article was about me! There were a few more newspapers outlined on the table that followed on the front page, each reading
"Desperate search continued for little Lizzy Armstrong, no leads. Hope lost?" , until it hit November '98, it gradually went to the 6th page news story. I was...forgotten. I fell back into a chair and nearly fainted. I took in a deep breath and sighed heavily, waking my father. Tears filled my eyes as I looked, then I spoke softly
"Daddy..., then sprang forward into a hug.
"Shhh, Daddy's here, i'm so sorry I lost you."
"Mommy? Mommy" Where are you?"
"I'm right here baby." I heard a ghostly figure reply. I ran around looking for it, but couldn't find it. I sat down on the ground, crying...(I'd had this dream time and time again, but always after I sat down on the ground, my dream always ended)
..."Lizzy, my precious Lizzy, daddies here, don't cry." Came a man's voice.
"Wow, my dream was actually going further. Maybe i'll find out my parents identity and i can finally move on!" i thought subconciously.
The little girl in my mind picked her head up from crying to look at her daddy... Billie?!
*End Dream*
I sat bolt right up in my bed. Had I seen that correctly? Billie...my real father? Nah, can't be, I mean, i may have the looks of him somewhat, but he can't be my father. No way. I swung my legs over the bed and walked to 'Kita, to check on her. I stroked her head then went for a quick glass of water.
I quietly glided down he stairs and noticed my dad sleeping at the kitchen table, where I had left him, only a few hours before. 'Kita started crying softly, only it seased after a few moments. I heard Franky softly singing to her, as he walked back down the hall.
I walked over to my dad, to stly shake him awake so he could go up to bed with my mom. I noticed he was laying over what appeared to be a newspapers from the time of my disappearence. March 17. 1998.
"A young Elizabeth Anne Armstrong, has gone missing after what was supposed ot be a pleasant family outing. A statement from Billie Joe Armstrong, lead singer of Green Day had this to say "Please, I just want my baby back home. If you see her, call 1-800-TIPS. Thanks."
We took the statement as wife Adrienne Armstrong stood close with her other 2 children, Joseph and Jakob Armstrong. If anyone should happen to see her, again, please call 1-800-TIPS."
My hand shot to my mouth as I realized that that article was about me! There were a few more newspapers outlined on the table that followed on the front page, each reading
"Desperate search continued for little Lizzy Armstrong, no leads. Hope lost?" , until it hit November '98, it gradually went to the 6th page news story. I was...forgotten. I fell back into a chair and nearly fainted. I took in a deep breath and sighed heavily, waking my father. Tears filled my eyes as I looked, then I spoke softly
"Daddy..., then sprang forward into a hug.
"Shhh, Daddy's here, i'm so sorry I lost you."
