The Life I Knew
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Thursday, August 14th 2033
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Danny took my hand and led me through the forest of hopes and dreams, there was an eerie mist forming just above the horizon beyond the hills. I looked up at Danny. He smiled back at me. The life I knew was over. And the life I longed for had only just begun...
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Monday, March 5th 2023
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I'm cold. I'm hungry. And there's nothing I can do about it. Mother and father had another fight and I wasn't going to stick around to find out what was going to happen next. I may be only five years old but this is not the first time I have spent a night out on the streets. Sometimes if mother notices I have been gone all night, she would punish me by a hard slap to the face, and an ear shattering scream, but usually, her and father didn't care. We live in a small flat, in the midst of what used to be a good neighbourhood. Of course it was people like mother and father who changed all that. People who have no appreciation for the people around them and so definitely have non-for their surroundings.
I clamp my hands in my armpits to try and stop the numb feeling in my fingertips and make my way down the road. Things weren't always like this. My earliest memory was actually a joyful one. I remember I had a baby brother. His name was Aaron. I don't know what happened to him. Mother and father never talk about him any more. All I know is that from age one to three he was there and then he wasn't. I used to play with him. He was a very happy baby and he had a right to be to. Mother and father never once screamed or yelled in front of us back then. They were the best of parents, spoiling us with gifts and sweets and showering us with love and attention. Then one day Aaron was gone and mother and father began to change. I remember flashing blue and red lights, and the sounds of sirens echoing down the street. But I can never remember what actually happened that day.
Eventually mother and father became the angry, sad, abusive people they are today. I wish I could go back in time and try to stop them from becoming who they are now. But hanging onto false hopes only weakens my grip on reality. But why hold onto this reality. What has it ever done for me?
I walk past an alleyway and see bits of old cardboard boxes stacked up against the wall. 'Well' I say to myself. 'It's better than nothing'. I pull the sheets of cardboard up around me as a lower to the ground, hugging my knees up to my chest, for protection, but mostly for warmth. If I can just fall asleep then I can make it through the night. I have more chance of getting to sleep sitting here, on this cold, hard concrete ground than I do of back home. The screaming usually goes on for hours. And tonight I just couldn't take it any more. I know I will probably have to pay for my crime, but to get away from it all for just one night is worth it all.
So.what do you think, please tell me.erm, in a review preferably? Thanx, luv, Cesca, x.
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Thursday, August 14th 2033
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Danny took my hand and led me through the forest of hopes and dreams, there was an eerie mist forming just above the horizon beyond the hills. I looked up at Danny. He smiled back at me. The life I knew was over. And the life I longed for had only just begun...
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Monday, March 5th 2023
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I'm cold. I'm hungry. And there's nothing I can do about it. Mother and father had another fight and I wasn't going to stick around to find out what was going to happen next. I may be only five years old but this is not the first time I have spent a night out on the streets. Sometimes if mother notices I have been gone all night, she would punish me by a hard slap to the face, and an ear shattering scream, but usually, her and father didn't care. We live in a small flat, in the midst of what used to be a good neighbourhood. Of course it was people like mother and father who changed all that. People who have no appreciation for the people around them and so definitely have non-for their surroundings.
I clamp my hands in my armpits to try and stop the numb feeling in my fingertips and make my way down the road. Things weren't always like this. My earliest memory was actually a joyful one. I remember I had a baby brother. His name was Aaron. I don't know what happened to him. Mother and father never talk about him any more. All I know is that from age one to three he was there and then he wasn't. I used to play with him. He was a very happy baby and he had a right to be to. Mother and father never once screamed or yelled in front of us back then. They were the best of parents, spoiling us with gifts and sweets and showering us with love and attention. Then one day Aaron was gone and mother and father began to change. I remember flashing blue and red lights, and the sounds of sirens echoing down the street. But I can never remember what actually happened that day.
Eventually mother and father became the angry, sad, abusive people they are today. I wish I could go back in time and try to stop them from becoming who they are now. But hanging onto false hopes only weakens my grip on reality. But why hold onto this reality. What has it ever done for me?
I walk past an alleyway and see bits of old cardboard boxes stacked up against the wall. 'Well' I say to myself. 'It's better than nothing'. I pull the sheets of cardboard up around me as a lower to the ground, hugging my knees up to my chest, for protection, but mostly for warmth. If I can just fall asleep then I can make it through the night. I have more chance of getting to sleep sitting here, on this cold, hard concrete ground than I do of back home. The screaming usually goes on for hours. And tonight I just couldn't take it any more. I know I will probably have to pay for my crime, but to get away from it all for just one night is worth it all.
So.what do you think, please tell me.erm, in a review preferably? Thanx, luv, Cesca, x.