(s Story) Last Tear In The DarkIn life the unexpected always happens ,the things you thought would be the same forever change never really know how lucky i really was until i came to terms with these facts.
At first it all happened in a blur as if time had sped up and i was left watching on the sidelines, i watched as they extinguish the flames that sprung up from the failing structure i once lived in. I wouldn’t call it a home as it was nothing of the sort, just a mass of doors , walls and windows that i had grown accustomed to walking through. Even now as i watch it burn no real emotion tugs at my heart or mind just a constant feeling of nothing. I f I do say this myself reader that is the worst emotion of all , anger can cool ,hate can fade ,sadness can be changed however nothing will always remained the same.
I bet your wondering how i ended up in this predicament standing outside a house i care nothing for .i don’t know my past very well as all i have to rely on are memories and dreams however the earliest i have is of a time that swiftly followed my seventh birthday. I was at an age when i had to realise the reality of this world instead of the sweet stories that lulled me to story although even at that young age i was matured beyond my years and understood more of the world then i leton . I think it was at this time that my heart first started to harden.
It had been raining alday , the window was crying as the raindrops rolled down its chilling glass aswell as the small cloud that appeared whenever i breathed on it. I was quietly listening to the commotion downstairs ,the drama happening just under my barefoot. I found no reason to fear the yelling voices anymore as I listened to the sound of raised voices and smashing crockery. Soon after it had first started i found it it was useless to cry or flinch at the loud sounds that plagued the air, all it did was waste energy and give me sore eyes. I found it a useless action that only showed weakness so i had stopped.
As these thoughts ran through my head i had failed to notice the increasing loudness of the clumsy steps that could only belong to my father. Before i carry on i must state this fact that is my father by blood only other then that he yet another man that has trespassed on my life .As i finally came to the realisation that he was intending to see me i looked up , to say i was surprised by his drunken form would be false as like you have guessed this is no rare occurrence. As i watched his shoulders slump forward as he attempted to grab the doorfr