After the Fire
I wake up sometimes thinking, it’s still there wishing I still had the place I called home but now there are just memories flashing through my mind like a good dream gone bad. After all I’ve been through I didn’t think that my life could get any worse but it’s like I’m living in a black hole of continuous damage. My life wasn’t always bad there were happy times great memories it’s sad to say that I have had more times that I would lay in bed crying because of my parents arguing then that lead into my farther taking it out on my mother, and I would ask her does daddy do stuff like that why does he hurt you and you don’t do anything about it? She would just reply “he doesn’t mean it honey, now that he lost his job he’s going through a lot of stress” I do remember the good times when my father was happy and would always have gifts for us every weekend when he returned home from his job and he would life me into the air that’s when I felt invincible felt like a bird soaring in the sky with no worries. We would always get away for the weekend since he spent the whole week traveling in different cities, go sights seeing my favorite thing to do was go fishing and camping with him we always had the best time never a dull moment with my dad I just wish he was the same person. After he lost his job he really did change wouldn’t shave, never a smile on his face, and what stood out the most was the stench smell of alcohol on him that you can smell a mile away, that’s what his days consisted of drinking and watching Maury, which he hated before the change. So now I watch his favorite shows and wear his favorites t-shirts when he’s out and about, he may do bad things or yell, but he’s still my daddy nothing can make me love him less no matter what kind of person he portrays himself to be he will always be my father. It’s so unfair that I look around the house after school and you’re not there, not there to lift me into the air make me feel like I’m his special little girl. There are days where I don’t want to remember, remember you and all the happy times we shared because I know our lives won’t ever be like that again I just don’t understand why he takes his anger out on the world, and my mother when she was always there trying to support him the one that loved him so dearly he treated her so bad something he would call a coward if he saw someone else treating their wife like that. One day it went too far I was in the living room practicing my ballot recital, when I heard a bang in the kitchen, not knowing if I should go see what’s wrong I stop and listen yelling as usual, but then it goes dead silence so I tip toe to the kitchen and I see my mom with a knife in her hand in shock and my father lying on the ground surrounded by blood. My mom yells at me to get out and not worry they just had an accident, I’m not too sure but I go back into the living room she follows and says she’ll be out in a minute but to go outside and wait for her so that’s what I did. She didn’t take long like she said but she had the look of panic on her face grabbed me by my arm and we were walking fast as we were walking all I see is the house go up in flames. Until this day they never found a body after the fire and I’m in a foster care system after the police took my mom into custody, my life has gone downhill in such little time, but I pray that my father will show up one day.