Page 55 - Fallen Thoughts

turning their back on me lest they be seen with such a disgrace of a child. For all

they cared about was their reputation in town and being seen with a bloodied up

child would ensue gossip. Graciously a young woman came to me and helped me

get to my parents house. I tried my best to stay conscious in the short walk but I

awoke days later, to people whispering about what a mess I looked like and how

this would affect my pristine family name. Not once did someone ask if I was

okay or where my sister was. Everyone just assumed she wandered off too far and

never found her way back home dying of dehydration or starvation.

My family ignored my stories, ignored the fact that their daughter was dead,

they ignored their son’s pleas of acceptance. What else should I have expected?

They were never really there for my sister and I, it was always just us. We were

always a nuisance and never good enough to them. So being called crazy and

imagining my sister’s death really didn't surprise me.
Now standing in the field where it all began, ten years of pain weighing on

my shoulders and self pity being my guiding light, I’m here to finish what it

started. For better or for worse.

And on that day a small flower swayed in the breeze without a soul in

sight.