Intro For My Book. Im Writing. Does This Seem Interesting To You? Would You Want To Read This? -Lindsey Morrissey Chapter One: The beginning Every night before I went to sleep, I tried to imagine what she was like. She died giving birth to me. She was so sick with lung cancer and something else went wrong during the pregnancy. She couldn’t carry me to full term. I was two months early. It was either me or her. She didn’t realize she was pregnant until five months in. She knew she was going to die and she was so tired of taking so many pills and going through treatments. She took one last breath and said goodbye. Dad wanted to name me after her. Mary Rose Elizabeth Swan. I lived with him till I was fourteen. It was hell. He was always gone on a drug spree leaving me to fin for myself. He never got over losing my mother. I came home one day from school and found him dead on the floor with a photo album of my mother. He shot himself. I’ll never forget that image. I will never forget the note he left me. Dear Marybeth I love you so much I’m sorry, Please forgive me, you wouldn’t understand. I can’t escape my addiction and I want to be with your mother. I need to be free. Cherish my old guitar grandpa gave me. You always loved to watch me play it when you where younger. Again I am sorry. I had no other family. They were both an only child. My grandparents where dead and I have no idea where my father’s dad is. They haven’t spoken in years. There were no foster homes available so I was put in the nearest group home that wasn’t crowded. My heart was broken. All I had was a photo album of my parents, my father’s suicide letter and his guitar. They day they came to take me away from my home I wanted to run away but I didn’t know where to go. I felt hopeless. The long ride to the place I was going to stay at seemed forever, but I didn’t feel so alone. I met a boy named Immanuel he was a year older than me, both of his parents where dead to, and we where both going to the same place. We stuck by each other’s side when we walked in. We were both scared and the counselor was nice enough to let us have rooms right across from each other. She knew we both had been through a lot. It’s been a few months and I’ve grown accustomed to my new life. I remember the day Anna came in she was dying of brain cancer and she was badly abused and had a horrible burn on her face that she was picked on a lot for. Immanuel and I stayed by her side. We shared a room. We did everything together. She played the piano and the guitar. We found ourselves writing songs and going on adventures. There is a hangout in the woods we hang out at all the time, and so did our friend Immanuel.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 01:28:16 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015