1. Tears not meant to be seen.
Sitting on my bed, holding pictures of the past i begin to cry. Mother always said that tears were meant to be hidden. Tears were meant to be neither seen nor heard. So when my step-father knocked on the door i immediately ceased my crying.
"Chrysa, I know this is hard for you, but-"
"I'm perfectly fine Jack." I turned around and smiled falsely. Jack saw straight through my pretense.
"Chrysa you are not perfectly fine. You need to get out, to hang out with your friends. You've been couped up in your room for weeks. You have to go out and live your life."
"Jack, you honestly expect me to live my life when the person that brought me into this world is dead?" I asked with another fake smile.
"I mean it Chrysa. Now I've called the Hardware Store and you start tomorrow at seven a.m. sharp."
"You cant just go and get me a job with out my permission. Its not right. Its my life jack. I will live it the way that i want to."
"Your not living your life the way that you want to, your living your life just like your mother wanted you to, and i will not allow you to end up like Rose."
I turned around before he could see my face. Mom was always the one who told me to live my life the way it should be. To jack's point of view that would be to live like her, with no feelings and no regrets. Because the only regret in my mothers life was my father and the conception of me. Which later on she did not regret at all.
"Okay, i'll go to work. I'll go out more often. I will do everything that you say if you believe that it is the best for me. "
I turned around. His face masked the absolute definition of surprised. "What isnt that what you wanted?"
"Yes it is, but i thought that you'd put up much more of a fight than that."
"Well don't ever think that you know me jack. Because you don't okay?"
"Okay. Well I'm making dinner, it will be ready at seven." He waited for me to reply but when he finally got the fact that i wasn't going to he left quietly.
I didn't eat supper. i didn't even bother to tell him i wasn't eating.
I fell asleep that night with thoughts of the past the forbidden past. Tears that are not meant to been seen or heard falling down my face.