Silent Screamers

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Chapter 4

They told me I was lucky. The bullet just missed my lung.

I didn't feel lucky.

Mum had asked the neighbours to keep a watch on our house in case something happened.

They said that my screams were the most heart-wrenching thing they had ever heard. I didn't hear them.

All I could hear were his last words… I love you.

No one visits me.

Nobody cares enough to.

Not even mum…

I got to go home 2 weeks later. To pack. The house is being sold. I don't really mind. It holds to many bad memories. And good.

Mum finally came to get me. That's when she told me.

Flashback

"I was coming to get you when I got the call from the hospital. I had finally got enough courage to come and take you away from him and it was to late." She was crying.

"It's alright"

"No it's not! All those times I could have come and got you. If not from the house, then from Sango's house. Her mother's been telling me how you come over at least once a week. Bleeding. But she never blamed me."

End flashback

That's true no one blamed her. She couldn't stop him from drinking.

Me? Of course I could! I was the wonder child! I could do anything. I had a year with him. I was perfect. That's why a still have bruises and cuts that hadn't quite healed yet all over my body. Not to mention the bullet that took them 2 hours of surgery to get out because one wrong move and oops they punctured my lung, how sad.

I can just imagine them telling mum.

"We're sorry, but the bullet was in such a bad spot that when we removed it, we didn't realise that it was the only thing that was blocking the hole in her lung. We couldn't save her." One less person in the world.

They don't care. They're just doing their job.

We moved to grandpa's. I didn't really mind that much. Actually I was happy about it. I loved it there. The shrine.

I also moved schools. Mum thought it would be best. A fresh start for all of us. A new life. Thing is I couldn't forget my old one.

We went to the funeral 3 days after I got out of hospital. We all went. Mum, my brother Souta, grandpa and I. Dad's sister went but she didn't speak to me. I heard her tell mum how disappointed she was in me. Mum told her there was nothing I could have down to stop him. It didn't help.

The look of hatred in those cold blue eyes was enough to chill any ones bones but I didn't even notice. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care…

I heard people, friends of the family, talking about me that day. How I could have stopped him if I really wanted to. How I should have given my mother more support. It went on and on. None of them stopped me to say, "I'm sorry about your father" or "how are you feeling? You're not in too much pain?"

All they could think about was how good my mother was because she put up with him for so long. Thing is she left after only one month. That she actually cried when they buried him was enough for them to be sympathetic.

I didn't cry. I hadn't shed one single tear since he first hurt me. I didn't cry when he beat me. I didn't cry when he stabbed me in the stomach or when he set fire to the house. I didn't cry even when he shot me. Or himself.

I just didn't cry anymore…

You could say life was pretty normal for the first week. Unpacking and setting up my room wasn't hard nor was getting books for my new school. I was happy about my new school, Sango's there. Mum wouldn't let me go to a public school before, she thought it would lessen my chances at a successful career. Right. Of course my chances aren't so high now that dad's dead.

Mum started like dad. Big disappointment at work. She didn't get the promotion she was hoping for. Not surprising, seeing how she was walking around with a "the world screwed me" look on her face everyday. She didn't talk to me like she used too. She hated me now.

She started to have a glass a night after the funeral after a week it went up. Not enough to worry about. We should have. She started to heavily drink after four weeks. She got fired from her job as well. She didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. She only left her room to get more alcohol. She was a drunk…

I was the only one who went into that room. I was the only one who knew how to handle her. Sometimes she would talk about dad or about dreams that could've happened if she didn't have to marry dad because she was pregnant with me. Only sometimes the rest of the times she was either unconscious or she screamed accusations at me about how I ruined her life.

It wasn't fun. Then again it wasn't supposed to be fun.

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Hi guys! My dad got back from overseas yesterday and he gave me the cutest computer mouse! It's pink and my computers like black with pink and it just fits! I love my dad! Just for the record this story is totally my imagination. None of its happened to me… ok when I was younger I had a friend whose life was not that great and well lets just say she doesn't come around anymore.

Anyway hope everyone has a…

:P Happy Easter:P