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Hi, my name is Annalyse
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 | With You. Without You. [1] |
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 4.57 with 7 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-02-21 18:07:32 |
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You've missed me. Admit it, boogers. Yes, I admit defeat. I'm back. And you missed me. So, whatever. Whoever you are, meet my shallow, somewhat cliche excuse of a story. With all the trivial Nathaniel details to the fritz...
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[Chapter One: High Expectations. Zero Motivation.]
I have this weird outlook on what I want my family to be. What I thought, at first glane, we possibly were. At least once. Before everything changed. Before I forgot how it sounded when my father said my name. My brothers played board games. My mother never forgot that she had left the stove on. When the world seemed right and I was still innocent.
"Welcome home, Annalyse," Dad would say as he sat his unlit cigar down. The newspaper in his lap would rustle as he stood to hug me, the usual greeting once I arrived home from a long, hard day at school. There were no formalities. We had simple, pleasant emotions written on our faces and they were always easy to decipher.
"Hi, Daddy," I'd manage to squeak out as he enveloped me into his strong arms, the scent of his cologne tickling my nose. He would let go and grasp my shoulders with his hands. Anything worth mentioning, and there usually was, would tumble out of my mouth and he would listen intently.
"Anna," Mom would call from the kitchen when she sensed that the conversation was reaching its end. "There are cookies on the table. Grab one if you'd like."
I would smile and call back, "No thanks" before shaking Dad off and running upstairs to do my homework or watch reruns of my favorite catoons.
Later, we would all gather around the kitchen table and have a dinner together. Just Dad, Mom, my little brothers Adam and Lex, and me. A family. A perfect, normal family.
But perfect isn't normal. And, alas, my family wouldn't be able to find normal if we had a map, a teleportation machine, and a big flashing sign. I guess you could consider that bad.
No, we're something worse than bad. We're crumbling. On the verge of destruction. But that's what happens when you suddenly have a workaholic father, an alcoholic mother, one brother who pops pills like candy, another who just wants to get the hell out of the f***ed up family, and me-the girl with demons in her closet.
I know it sounds melodramatic, but ask yourself, and try being honest, if you ever had to chose, what would you do: stay where you know you won't survive or take the easy way out of it all? I'm not sure what your answer is, but right here and right now, I'm not so sure if I want to survive. |
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