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Broken Angel

November 16, 2013
By Tiffytippytoe BRONZE, Slinger, Wisconsin
Tiffytippytoe BRONZE, Slinger, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
She's addicted to song lyrics that spill her heart out


The chilling Crisp fall air howling over her tiny body as she stands on the cold hard ground, her fingers latched together as she’s holding the one rose, the rose that well put her pain and misery at rest. She looks up into the dark gray sky and sees nothing but emptiness, as she allows the feeling of darkness and worry concur over her. She lowers her head back down as the wind catches her long brown hair allowing strands blow into the wind, her tears crept into her ocean blue eyes as she begins to think of the memories they had, as one tear slip down her pink rosy cheeks, the pain she has for him is becoming too strong for her to take, like a wave of pain and forgiveness came soring back to her , all the pain came back, all the pain she has been trying to forget all this time but it always finds a way to creep back into her mind, the pain that well never leave her unless she lets go.

As she stands, allowing tears to slip down her cheeks, she never knew why she held on so long of all the pain that made her miserable. She lowers her body on the dead fall grass to be eye to stone with her farther, the man that tore her life apart just by choosing the poison of liquor then taking care of his own daughter. The man that took his own life away just because he couldn’t stop the addiction.

Time stop in her head, nothing neither moving nor talking, the sadness swelling up in her head as everything becomes fuzzy allowing her to not think straight. As she sits like stone on the frozen ground, her fingers fiddle with the rose in her hands , while one last tear slides down he pink cheeks, she picks her head up just high enough for to face her father’s tome stone, the first and final time before she says her four little words , “ I forgive you dad.” She said, Allowing herself to place the one red rose on his tome stone and gathering herself to raise up from the ground, not to be a broken angle anymore but to be the strong, young , beautiful women , she was before.


The author's comments:
This Short Story involves a lot of emotions together her and her farther allowing hatred and hurt come through.

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