| Dedicated to : GallagherGirls13BYE because to be honest this idea would have never occurred to me if it wasn't for you. Heck it never occurred to me to write a OC so this one is for you. |
Letter One
To Mother and Father,
Where to start? Well let's start from my childhood. I know I wasn't like the rest of the kids. I know that my first wasn't "mommy" or "daddy" but eremos. Greek for lonely. I mean why would be first word be "mommy" or "daddy" when you guys were never around? Always leaving me with maids or babysitter that pitied the Goode's daughter.
And you know when I was about 7? 8? I was excited as a kid on Christmas Eve when you guys would randomly showed up and the day would be dedicated to me. You would call it "Chloe's Day" 'member Father? To painting Father's nails pink to watching a Disney marathon we did it all in "Chloe's Day". But when I would wake up tucked inside my bed you would have already been gone. No trace that it was ever "Chloe's Day."
And every time both of you came I would try to wake up early so that I could catch you and demand that you take me with you. But that never happen I would always be wake up all alone.
The older I grew I noticed that while all the kids dad's and mom's would be there in parent night or student conference that the maid would have to come with me - don't get me wrong I love Beth but it just wasn't the same.
I think I knew better our cleaning service better than I knew you guys. I don't even know what you guys work at. I remember one time it was midnight and I heard shouts and grunts and I cared Kate - the bear Father gave me on my 6th birthday even though I told him I was to old for teddy bear's I always carried it with me. And I clutched in my armpit as I grabbed to stairs railing and walked down to the living room.
And you know what I saw? You taking out a bullet out of Father's chest. I cried and screamed. And I don't know what happen next but in the morning I woke up tucked in my bed and Kate gone.
I grew to hate you guys. I grew to hate "Chloe's Day." every time I refused to do something on "Chloe's Day" it wasn't because I already "grew up" but because I was saving myself the heartbreak that when I would wake up you guys would be gone - I choose to tuck myself in instead.
And it didn't end there. The kids at school would tease me for being the "teacher's pet" but I mean how did they expect me to act? Like foolish preteens that already had boyfriends and girlfriends? No I had to worry about my college option - even if I was still 5th grade. Yet the teachers also despised me. I would see it in their eyes as I would be daydreaming about a normal life where "Chloe's Day" was everyday and they would ask out a question out of the random and I would answer correctly in less that 0.07 milliseconds.
And my height. God. How they teased me. I didn't get your small doll-like shape but dad's tall height yet I lacked his confident attitude though. I remember I was in middle school and the "bad boy" came and teased me a pushed me to the schools fountain and I was pissed. I didn't know how it happen but I remember tid bits of the guy screaming as I hit and hit him. Again and Again.
And he kept saying ; "Sorry! I'm so sorry!"
But what was he sorry for? For making the last years in middle school miserable for me? For making me think about suicide? I got more angry at me than at him and smashed his face against the fountain. I heard a horrible crack as his face meet the fountain.
But in the end I woke up tucked in my bed but the difference was in a different bed and in a different location. We moved without me even remembering what happen to that "bad boy"
And I guess you guys gave me a new start in this new place, but you guys weren't there when I had to smash 2 pillows on my mouth so the maids or the butler couldn't hear my cries of agony as I had flashback of all those horrible things.
And sometimes I think what if I just take some of those pills that make you go to sleep? What if I just got some rope and tied it around my neck -
"Chloe! Dinner is ready! Luke cooked you favorite, Italian spaghetti, clean you hands and come down!" I heard Vero shout at me from the 1st floor.
"COMING!" I screamed back and I swear I heard her curse I quickly wrote one last entry in my black journal.
From, Your Only and Lonely Daughter
I closed my journal and tucked it inside one of the floor boards. As I went to wash my hands.
review. what do you think about "Chloe's Day", her thoughts, and feelings towards her parents.
