Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow-Chapter Four-Gothic Angel (was on a trip, sorries for the wait!)

"Dear Rhianne, I heard about your mother. I am so sorry. I guess this would be the wrong time to write this to you, but I like you, a lot. Ever since you came here, I have been watching you, wanting you, trying to breath you in. It hasn't worked. I have tried to come up to you, and I did the first day; then after that, I have been scared. I really honestly do like you a lot, and I hope you come back to school soon 'cause everyone misses you."

That was all it said. It made me feel pretty good that someone liked me; I guess. I couldn't figure out who it was. It was a hard day for me today. I crawl under the covers wishing my soul could just fly away with my spirit. Swim in the waves, dance on the wind, eat the clouds; anything to get away from here. If we hadn't have moved....I could feel it was a bad idea from the start, but here I go again, trying to take the blame off myself. My mother hasn't visited me since that first night. I have wished dearly, dreamt fortunatly, but it still has not worked. I have wanted her back for so long it seems she has been gone for decades instead of days. Her funeral should be tomorrow. I don't know why I said should. I mean, it is tomorrow. I feel so bad. I have a major test tomorrow. I have to study. I forgot all about it! I pulled out my homework, and start to get to work. I look around the dim lighted room. I never got a chance to see how enchantingly beautiful this room was. As if a chamber made for a princess in medaevil times. My mind had then started to wander. Just then a flash of light slit through my eyes. Trying to keep awake, I had suddenly woken from it. I look up and saw someone hanging above me from a rope. someone dead. Their eyes opened and they looked right at me in pure anger, and cold hatred. I could see the way they stared at me, like I was a demon. Their skin was purple, and you could easily see their veins. The clothes were old fashioned, but I could tell that it was a young girl around my age. I screamed as if I had been stabbed with a million knives. My dad bounded up the stairs. He saw me crying in the corner. "Honey, what's wrong." I had just gotten the weirdest sensation. "Daddy, why did we really move here? It wasn't for your job. I found out they didn't want you to leave at all. There is something you are hiding from me daddy. Tell me." "There is nothing," "TELL ME! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU ARE HIDING FROM ME!" "You really want to know? Okay then. Then day your mother died, was suicide. She ran the car straight into a guy, who wasn't drunk, but had beer in his truck that was opened. She did it because I was having an affair on her with a lady named Margarette." "Dad? Wait, I shouldn't call you that. KYLE! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MY MOTHER AND ME? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED US!" "I do. And I am your father, I deserve to be called it." "You don't deserve to be called anything more than a no good, dirty, slimy, mother killing, wrecking lives, father! Mommy was all I had. You were always at 'work', or should I say Margarette." "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOUNG LADY!" "I CAN TALK TO YOU ANY WAY I WANT. YOU AREN'T MY FATHER. YOU ARE JUST A PERSON. A DIRTY PERSON WHO CARES NOTHING ABOUT NO ONE EXCEPT HIMSELF. I JUST WANT YOU TO GO THROUGH THE PAIN I AM FEELING RIGHT NOW." all of a sudden, I started to chant, "Feel my pain, again and again, don't let it go, you need to know. You made me cry, you had to lie, all I see, is the pain to be endured by thee." I said it over and over, and then...

-Gothic Angel *I really hoped you liked this one. It's a different kind of twist to the story.

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