It seemed that today was an even darker day.

And can you blame me?

My father had left my mother and me before I had even been born. He hadn't wanted a 'girl' as his child. The bastard now lives with his wife and my two half brothers, who I miss dearly. I looked out onto the grave yard-the tombstones seemed to go on forever. Looking down again as I had done most of today I stared at my mothers headstone.

It read, "Hariko Ella,1960-2009,Dearest Mother, Hard Worker, Caring Friend, Extraordinary Person...Dearly missed. "

I was never one to cry uncontrollably, but during this months events, I could not help but wail in my hearts agony. I cried for hours-each sob depleting more of my now drained energy.

I sat up from my kneeling position on the ground and sat back on my feet as I tried to calm my breathing. I don't even know why I was crying.

She never did love me and had said so herself many times over. She had only kept me around to have someone to boss around and get child support.

I brushed my onyx hair out of my face and shakily stood up. I cried not because I missed her, but because I was alone. Sure I had my friends but they weren't my true family. I didn't want to be alone and I didn't want to bring my pain onto my friends.

I began walking the dark path to the car, awaiting my departure from the grave yard. I felt just as dead inside as those below my feet. I walked emotionlessly to the car and stepped in.

The social worker and driver gave me quick glances and then turned back to the front of the car.

I rolled down my window and relished in the cool night air. The coolness eventually made my face numb as my heart. My sobs had ceased but my tears refused to stop. I felt hollow and broken but forced myself to keep consciousness. The night seemed my only sanctuary now and I felt a sense of safety being in its presence.

The drive went on and I stared up at the full moon.

Tonight it was cherry colored and seemed to bleed with the pain that I was feeling. The skies cried for me and covered my tears in their own. The wind cradled my crumbling body. My thoughts wrapped me in a thin blanket of false security.

It was going to be a long night indeed.

And turbulent future.

(REVIEW TO SEE THE RESULT OF THIS-NOT SO TRAGIC- TRAGEDY)(NOT AS MORBID AS IT BEGINS.)