I want to know what you guys think of this story that i am writing. This is part 1 out of many hope you enjoy
The violin echoes the room when I strum the stings, making a soft and gentle sound. I’ve been in this room for quite sometime now, since my father, Bryan Andrew Neverset; my stepmother, Carrie Jennet Rolland; and my stepbrother, Devon Israel Rolland; are out having dinner somewhere, probably a couple of miles away from this crappy hotel. Its good that my father’s gone with them; if he were here with me, he would have tried to kill me again. I think this is his fourteen thousand time, since his last attempt. When I was born, my father hated me. He never wanted a baby girl: especially one like me. I’m the reason that my mother, Laura Regina Demoria is dead. She died after she gave me the name Vivvi Val Neverset, but as she gave me to my father, he looked at me with disguised and he actually waited for me to cry, but I never cried at all, not even after I was born. She said something that I hear now and again, when my father talks to god. He usually curse at the last part of her saying, but I really don’t know how to comprehend it at all. She said that she loves us a lot, but me the most?. I wonder why?
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Christine Zoey Saint
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