First comes the day of thanks, a holiday still new to me. Be thankful for family, food, money, friends, school. Sorry to say it was never that happy. The girl, only a teen, barely living through the first days of winter, had two things. She was always thankful to meet the man who saved her unwanted life, and for the female attendant who sought to aid her.
The only things she could hold onto were those two people. A world of hurt pounded her face in many, many times. It seemed impossible to survive. It was a day she never knew, and the holidays following were ones she would force her mind to forget. The entire month of December erased from her memory, forever. But...regret always comes back to haunt. The pain of a dark December ghosting over saddened figures, haunting her...no, my every nightmare.
No matter how hard she tried, the events of hateful holidays haunt her to no end. And I can't do a damn thing about it.
I may know you, and you may know me, but I don't know myself...
 Ryu Wolvenchilde · Thu Nov 26, 2009 @ 02:19am · 0 Comments |
