My name… My name… is Sora I think, I am having trouble thinking back pass that time in my life where everything was confusing or simple from a two years old point of view…. That's right I was two when he did it… told me it was a secret wouldn't want to spoil it by telling mommy.
If only she knew maybe she would have said something but I was so young… I loved him… hated him but wanted him in later years… always out of my reach, never mine only when I was two… As years grew on my live became one of pain and suffering always acting out to get his attention…
The stealing, always getting arrested for minor things… well like stealing those pretty shiny gems. I only wanted them for a week or ten… but they wouldn't let me keep them and soon fate wouldn't let me have him. I would walk home from my "School" everyday to find my mother with a black eye or crying in the corner and could almost read her thoughts as they screamed in my head… "YOU BITCH YOU DROVE HIM AWAY!"
I almost just wanted to yell back it wasn't me; it was my body that grew… My mother soon killed herself as if to prove a point to the rest of the world or to him… maybe to have him come back or not to have to deal with me… It's his fault always was… why me why not him… I kept maybe one thing from him and I don't mean the memories but his leather trench coat. You might say why that old beat up thing…
I would say it has kept me alive from all those foster care homes that you get shoved in when your father who still alive will not step up to the plate and take you in… no... no... your too old. My only friend that the state would allow me to keep was my mind… who that you might ask… well it's my dog almost. Animals have always just come to me, I never understood why but they are always happy and just in a good mood around me.