It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of the cloud, chilling
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! - That was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE;
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angles in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
For the moon never means, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling-my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
"Annabelle! Annabelle!" Yell a voice that is clearly upset with me.
My name is Annabelle Lee Davis it was the name my mother specifically gave to me cause she love the poem of Annabelle Lee. I remember when she uses to read it to me every night since I was a little girl. I could remember her voice reciting the story almost perfectly in her voice that I always love that soothed me to sleep.
"Annabelle, you have five seconds to get down here! You going to be late to school!" My father persists with the sound of closing cabinets behind his voice.
"Coming Dad!" I yell as I look at myself in the mirror.
I was faintly pretty even though my father always told me I was beautiful but I thought I was alright nothing to be swoon over with my heart-shaped fair face framed with long to the middle of my back golden hair that went down my back in waves. Green eyes that shine with life that is pretty against my lightly tan complexion. Tall (5'5) and slim with good curves in the right places.
"You could make it this year, Annabelle. Your not going to get sick this year." I said clearly as I look at myself in the mirror.
I play with my hair a little feeling a little sense of joy being able to have hair, it finally grow back. I missed it…
"Annabelle, I don't see you coming. Forks high are not going to wait for you, kid." Dad bellows from down stairs I can faintly smell eggs that were beginning to burn.
I chuckled to myself, Dad never was the one for cooking but he tries. Its kind a hard to be a single Dad especially to a daughter that has just survived cancer. Cancer it's not just a disease it could tear the lives of the people around you, slowly killing them just like you. That's how I lost my mother, she love me so much that this cancer killed her. She couldn't be around me when I first started chemotherapy, she never look at me in the eyes with out crying her eyes out until she couldn't cry no more. I drive her away. On September 9, 2005 she left my father and I when I just went back to the hospital cause I collapse. I miss her.
I quickly went downstairs to find my Dad a front of the stove trying to bring back the eggs that he burned to a crisp. Logan Davis is a broad tough looking guy but he is a real softy in the inside, but he only like to show that side to me and before me my mother. I felt quilt every time I find my Dad just lying down on the bed alone or sitting on the couch making a mess and there is no body there to scowled him like my mom use to. I felt like I took away my fathers one true love, I drove her away from him. I'm the reason that he is all alone but he never felt ill toward me he never hated me like I expected, he loved me even when I didn't really love myself at the moment. My father is my rock and some day I'm going to make it up to him, to fill in that loneliness in his heart that I cant not fill.
I skipped down the stairs before I grab my little black book bag.
"See you Dad!" I yell as I made my way to our porch.
"Hey! I made break fest!" My Dad yells after me.
I stop at my little blue car that I love so much before I look at my father that was standing on the porch with a fraying pan that held burn eggs. I giggle at him.
"Thanks but no thanks, Dad." I said as I open my car door.
He grunted in annoyance but he looks at me questing as I prepare myself to go in. He clears his throat and made a gustier, pointing to his cheek. I giggle before running up to him and giving him a light kiss on the cheek.
"Have a good day, Anna." Dad said before I ran to my car.
"Don't worry, Dad I will." I said off handling before getting in my car and pulling out of the drive away.
I sigh as I made my way to the school. I have a feeling this year will be different.
