Each day she seems worse.
Weaker and defeated, like the life was drained out of her.
Then again, maybe it was.
Maybe it was taken from her by that man she met months ago.
The man who my brother and I are were meant to know as our new father, but whom we have hated with our very souls.
The way he looked at us, with that stare that did nothing but leave our stomachs in knots.
I sometimes couldn't help but feel like crying, because I felt so alone.
Mother never talked to us in her soothing voice anymore. Now she talks to us with nothingness in her voice.
No sweet sing song.
No lyrical tune.
No love.
NOTHING in her voice.
So who does that leave my brother and I to depend on?
Our new "daddy" isn't someone I want to get close too. He's someone both neither of us want to get close too.
I miss my mother.
Thinking about her reminds me of the hole in my heart that slowly began to form after she left.
There was only one girl, one girl who could pull us out of this abyss.
That one girl with the feathered white wings.
Those very white feathered wings the first thing that had stopped our tears so long ago.
The girl with the beautiful warm smile.
She told us that boy's didn't cry and that they had to be strong if they wanted to grow up to be men.
I've tried really hard to take that advice. We both have really, it's just hard to see our mother everyday in that same weak form. Same gone look.
Same nothingness.
A/N: If you want to read more, or are interested in at least the next chapter, review.