Prologue
Now before you read what is ahead in this story, I would just like to warn you of the misery and somewhat depressing tales that lay ahead. Even more so if you have the misfortune of actually knowing who I am, for they may became to unbearable for you to continue reading. So I advise you not to turn the page and read on.
Because if you were human at all, then this will sadden you greatly. May even reduce you to tears. It might even become engraved into your mind, like a carving on a stone rock. Never to leave and haunt your dreams.
But of course humans are also overly curious people. Alas, I am one myself. So overly curious and easily intrigued. As, no doubt that you are probably as intrigued now as to what could possible lay beyond this page.
But if you are one of those who like to read of someone else's depressing tales of their life and had completely dismissed my warning as soon as you saw it, then by all mean read on. Because as I have just said, you are no doubtable intrigued now. So I've left you a little teaser to see what this is all about.
Just never say I didn't warn you.
Reminds me
The past seem to remind me of a storm.
With the was your hand strikes across her face.
Or the quick glimmer from the knife in her hand before it is lowered to her wrist.
Reminds me of the lightning.
The booming volume of your voice as it echoes in both the room and in my head.
Reminds me of the thunder.
A thousand tears leak from the eyes of the oblivious, the victim and the silent observer
Who just wants to help, for it all to stop.
Reminds me of the harsh pelting rain.
The pain I feel in my head and in my heart.
Reminds me of the ever lasting soft-ball sized hail.
The numbing and loneliness that I keep locked up,
Reminds me of the swirling darkness around me.
The choking I feel in the back of my throat as I crack out a sob,
Reminds me of the angry ocean that I feel I am drowning in.
And it all flies by so fast. Appearing then disappearing.
Reminds me of the strong gusts winds.
And it's all because of what you did.
Reminds me of what you didn't try to be.
My father.
So tell me dear readers, are you indeed intrigued yet? Curious maybe? Should I continue to write this?
Review please and criticism is always welcome.
Have a good one
Love yas
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Mwahz xxxx