Author's Note: I posted this story up about a year or so ago, but I wasn't really happy with it. I decided to revise "Life With Judge Turpin". I hope the results will be better.
People generally ask this question: "What life does the caged bird live exactly?"
Just imagine them sitting up alone in that cage, staring at the world around them. Nothing to look forward in life. Never free to live, never free to fly. Freedom awaits them outside of their tiny accommodations. Hunger for freedom gets stronger as they are isolated from civilization.
Always being watched by the monster and his servant. Never taking their dark eyes off them.
Metaphorically speaking, this caged bird is me.
I hardly ever felt loved by people. My reason being so: my parents got rid of me when I was just a babe, as Judge Turpin says.
Who could ever forget Judge Victor Turpin? He was one of the ONLY people that actually showed me true kindness in the world.
As for my own parents, Judge Turpin had told me they had gotten rid of me when I was a babe.
My mother was a common prostitute who left me on the corner in a crate at 267 Wellsburg Street, he lived three doors down from the corner. Hildegard, his maid had found me and brought me to him. My father, a drunken savage who left my mother soon after she was pregnant with me. They both died soon after. My mother's body was found in an alleyway dumpster, stabbed in the chest. My father nowhere to be found.
How he knows this, I have no honest idea. Since he is the judge, I'm sure he knows everyone.
All I know is that he is the only person in the world that I have. Judge Turpin was never kind to anyone else, but he strangely cared for me.
He was like a father. Always asking when I was a young girl: "How are we today Johanna?" or "Would you like to go to the park? I shall buy you a sweetie."
Sure the Judge was liked a father, but he was hardly ever around and he never actually sat down to talk to me. He didn't know my feelings, what I actually thought, what went on in my mind.
I used to go down to Emerson Park, before I was being isolated. I used to go on the bridge and stare at the charming little river below. Wondering: Why did my parents hate me so? Why didn't they keep me? Were they all that bad?
I guess I would never know, I felt I would never have anyone to talk to.
A/N: How was the first chapter? I know it was short, but it will have much in store for it. More updates soon! Please review!