Bullied
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Faith pov.
I rush off of the crowded, noisy bus in to my home. "Mum, I'm home." Yet again I received no answer in return I turn to look out the window seeing I'm home alone. Those words Victoria had said to me back on the bus.."oh would you quit it Faith you are embarrassing me with your pathetic crys, go home and cry on daddy not here, slut."
If only she knew my father had passed three years back.
I slouched down in one if the chairs my dad had painted when I was little. Remembering him was hard, he died because of me.. I started that fire.
Soft tears started to roll down my cheeks as I remember that last night I felt his touch, smelled his scent, said the last "I love yous". Many tears followed, one by one down my cheeks.
"faith ? Are you home sweetie?!" Mum shouts through the small home we share. "In here.." I managed to squeeze out. I burried my face in my hands.. trying not to forget his laugh. Just impossible.
I would call his cell every night, to hear it only go to voice mail, hearing the sound of his deep raspy voice... that one voice I would never hear till the day I joined him up there in that peaceful place.
I looked down to see the scars of attempted suicide. Fourty in all. You have no idea how much I miss him.. but I had to stay strong for Louis..
I rush off of the crowded, noisy bus in to my home. "Mum, I'm home." Yet again I received no answer in return I turn to look out the window seeing I'm home alone. Those words Victoria had said to me back on the bus.."oh would you quit it Faith you are embarrassing me with your pathetic crys, go home and cry on daddy not here, slut."
If only she knew my father had passed three years back.
I slouched down in one if the chairs my dad had painted when I was little. Remembering him was hard, he died because of me.. I started that fire.
Soft tears started to roll down my cheeks as I remember that last night I felt his touch, smelled his scent, said the last "I love yous". Many tears followed, one by one down my cheeks.
"faith ? Are you home sweetie?!" Mum shouts through the small home we share. "In here.." I managed to squeeze out. I burried my face in my hands.. trying not to forget his laugh. Just impossible.
I would call his cell every night, to hear it only go to voice mail, hearing the sound of his deep raspy voice... that one voice I would never hear till the day I joined him up there in that peaceful place.
I looked down to see the scars of attempted suicide. Fourty in all. You have no idea how much I miss him.. but I had to stay strong for Louis..
Notes
Sorry I know it sucks.. suggested stories you want me to read I will read them..
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10/25/14