I stared at the cake before me, fifteen candles lit. My sensei stared at me asking me silently what was wrong though he already knew. “I’m sorry.” I whispered tears ran down my face as I turned away and ran. I ran from everyone and everything, I knew nothing could bring them back to me. I didn’t know them very well, my parents, they were gone, killed, forever. They weren’t even alive in my memories. The only memory I have of them is waking up to watch them die they were died and that’s it done. I heard that when god made someone die they are to it to make someone else suffer and not that person So what did I do? Or what will I do? Why did he want me to suffer?
I ran to my room to the room I shared with Ame, my sensei’s daughter. Ame I had known forever she was my best friend. Sensei didn’t want to adopt me. He said my parents still needed to own me but he’s going to watch, care for, and protect me until they can continue their job as my parents. I knew what he meant; I just hope my parents will still want me or I get to make it up they’re with them because of the thing I am destined to do to hurt others and that is why I suffer. Though I have yet to do something terrible and disturbing to others.
I do remember my mother’s voice but I wish I hadn’t, it was so beautiful she sang to me as she died.
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