Forever Floating

From living to dead

My life on earth was misery. I was abandoned by my Father when i was 2. I use to go up to my Mom crying because i thought he'd left because i wasn't a good enough and I would ask her why he had left. She would always reply with "he wasn't a good enough man to stay in our lives" and "he didn't deserve a love as great as ours, my sweet Cynthia." She was right he was bad man, who had paid for what he had done to me when I was 5 and when I was 16.

My Mom, on the other hand, was the sweetest, most compassionate and hard working person you would ever meet. She was a single mom with two jobs, one kid, and no support form anyone else. Her and I were our own little family. We didn't have much, but we had a whole lot of love. She was very giving; I remember once a month we would have a little extra money left over after the bills were paid, and she and I would go buy food for those who needed it. In my eyes she was a saint. But like all good things she had to come to an end.

Being 5 I didn't understand much,but I did know what death was and I knew that losing something that you love is tragic. She had cancer that she didn't know about, until the day before her death. I was laying with her when her soul left her body. I can still hear the last breath she took. I can still feel her cold arm on my back and her hearts last beating. I sat there crying and screaming at my mom to wake up. After a few minutes I grabbed the phone and called 9-1-1. They kept asking what the emergency was and I kept sobbing and trying to speak as clearly as possible but I just couldn't get out the five words i needed to say. An ambulance showed up and took her body away, and the police kept trying to ask me question that i didn't know the answer too. All I knew was that my Mom was dead, I was sad, and that I had no one now. I was alone by the age of 5.

The police had got me a social worker, who had got me into foster care with ease. But none of my foster parents wanted me because I was to difficult. So I went form foster home to foster home. Once I turned 14 my chances of getting adopted were slim so they put me into a girls home. It was a nice place with mostly nice girls. I gave my love to those i thought worthy and they accepted me. The head of the household, Kelsey, was like a mother to all the girls she gave us love and made the place a home for most of us. There were two other girls there, Lana and Tia, who stayed there as long as I did and I considered them my sisters I had never had. All was good until my Father tried to come back into my life.

I was 16, walking to school when he came up behind me and put a cloth covered in chloroform over mouth. I woke up, in a dark and cold basement, tied to a chair. He was sitting in a chair in front of me. He looked at me and said "Good morning Cynthia, long time no see." I could tell he was high, because he was always moving and his eyes were blood shot. I didn't recognize him at the time so I ask who he was. He told me he was my Dad and that he wanted to take me back into his life. He walked up to me, yanked my head back by grabbing a fist full of my hair then he said to me "Your going to do as I say and be a good little Daddy's girl. If you don't I will kill you right on the spot." I said nothing. He pulled on my hair a bit harder and said "Got it?" I spat in his face and I told him "Go to hell!" He then put a knife to my throat, and said "You have one more chance, before I slit you throat." Then I looked him dead in the eye and said "My statement stays the same." He then slit my throat and stabbed me in the chest 5 times. I felt everything, it was the most painful experience I had ever felt. He put my body into a garbage bag, and then dumped it into the river, which was close to the ocean.

Now here I am, in the after life floating and watching over everything.