Unexpected, its word that has a meaning that can be used for many things, the lottery that you didn't expect to win, your cat having a litter of kittens while you were sleeping, your life.
My name is Annabeth Elise Madison and it's about time I tell the miraculous of my life and how things had finally come together. I guess it should all start with my unethical conception. My mother, Eliza was the youngest of four children born and raised in Chicago, Illinois, Adam the oldest, Elizabeth, and Ebby. My father was an orphan when his parents were executed for a long list of crimes they had committed. He was brought up in brutal farm home and it messed him up psychologically. My mother had me at the age of 16 when she gave birth to me in the summer of 1901 on August 13th.
In the same year only two months prior my Aunt Elizabeth had a son with her husband, Uncle Edward. The son was named after his father, dubbing him Edward Anthony Masen, II. We were inseparable from the day they visited and put us in the same crib together for a nap. We both laid on our stomachs and he had an arm over my smaller body. They could never keep us apart for the risk that the combined octaves of our screams would make their ear drums burst.
Three years later in the cold month of December 1904, my little brother Collin Anthony Madison was born. His birth was a blessing and but soon the blessing would turn into something way more horrifying. The tensions of working a sixteen hour shift each day for six days a week and then coming home to a toddler and screaming baby was bringing my father to his psychological breaking point. He began to change, become abusive towards my mom, hit hurt if she didn't do something as quick as he'd ask, drink alcohol and smoke making my four year old body choke. My Aunt Ebby would take my brother and I away to try to easy the tensions but they only got worse.
It was a few short months from my fifth birthday when everything finally had gone over the cliff. I was off doing shopping at the market with Aunt Ebby, leaving Colin at home because he only wanted Mom. Aunt Ebby opened the door using her spare key and she dropped everything with a horrible gasp. There was red, everywhere. My brother's small limp body was on the floor by the couch a pillow over his head with hole through the middle, blood pooled from his head. In front view was my mother, pressing against her stomach with one hand. She looked up at the sound of Aunt Ebby's gasp. Aunt Ebby moved over to her trying to stop the bleeding. I went over the them slowly my eyes wide with wonder as my ignorance of the whole thing had me horrified. My mother held out her lean hand for me, I took it and cuddled my face into the palm.
"My child you must be very strong," she said to me breathless, "Your aunts and uncles will take care of you," she let out a loud breath and with it came a stream of blood down her mouth and onto the carpet. "Go to my room under my bed you will find," a gurgled cough," a tin box I want you to keep it and open it when your sixteen years of age. I wish for you to have the strength you have know, the same I wish I could have. I love you, Anne, Ebby-," and then her hand dropped and her eyes closed after a loud choke of breath. Aunt Ebby let out a sob.
"I love you to mommy," I said through the tears and then sat there for a little while hearing her sobs in the dead silence. I got up after a little while and did as what she told me, her dying wish.
I found the tin and then went back down to Aunt Ebby. She looked up at me and told me quietly to go change my clothes and then get all my things together. She came up to help me after she got herself together. She brought me to Edward's house I played with Edward in the living room while Aunt Ebby told them what happened. After a while, she left and she came back the next day with the sheriff. Aunt Ebby told him that they'd want a few more things from the house but would like the rest donated to charity. He also asked about if we knew the whereabouts of my father because he didn't go into to work according to his boss.
Arrangements were made to bury them the next day in the family plot, I did not attend the ceremony. For years after that my father was nowhere to be found, he was probably the one to kill them and I knew it and no one didn't say it but I knew my family did as well.