Bad things always happen to me, especially on Halloween. Maybe it was the fact that I was a clumsy little girl who didn't know any better but my mom said that this makes you who you are. Today was the day before Halloween and everyone was getting the last things to get started for the kids. My mom and I were in line in the market when i saw a girl already dressed in her fairy princess outfit when I turned to my mom and tugged at her shirt.
"Mommy why can't I dress up like the other kids" I asked pouting
"Its too dangerous for us to be seen" she would say
"Just like how I can't watch horror movies or have mirrors" i say back, looking at the girl "Oh and I have to go to bed at six o'clock"
"Yes, now lets go" she said pulling me away
Before we got far, I took another look at the girl as she sees me this time and gives me a smile. Somehow it ran shivers down my spine because even though she smiled happily at me, her eyes wanted to hurt me. When we got to the car I stared out the window, I always wondered why I couldn't do what other kids could do but never asked anything except simple questions that any five year old would ask.
Until one day when I was seven and my brother was five, he got hit with a baseball while he was with me and had to be hospitalized. The doctors told them that by the speed the ball was going he should have been dead so he was lucky to be alive with only a concussion. After a few minutes My parents left the room to get some food for us and told me to stay when he woke up. He finally did and i just couldn't keep my excitement in so I went to go find them.
I got directions from the nurse to go down the hall and around the corner to find the cafeteria but before I could make it halfway there I found them by the vending machine screaming at each other. At first I didn't think anything of it and just thought that our dad forgot to clean the dishes but then I heard my name come out of their mouths.
"We can't keep avoiding this" my dad said screaming
My mom wiped her forehead "come on Stewart she's only seven, It wasn't even her fault"
"I know it wasn't but lets be honest ever since she could walk we got calls from parents saying their kid got hurt and almost died, died. Do you hear that? I know she's only seven but I just can't take it anymore Helen she just keeps hurting everyone around her and maybe we're next." he reasoned.
"No we're not, stop being over-dramatic she has no control over this and you know it. Its not like she can just wish it to be gone its a curse, a curse. Do you hear that? She got that from your side of the family but she doesn't need to know this until she's old enough" she said.
"Well until you tell her or she gets control over this I'm leaving" he yelled.
"Fine then I'm not stopping you." she turned around
He backed away "and I'm taking Jake with me"
"Wait you can't do-"
"I can and I will" he interrupted her "I knew you should've went along with the abortion when you had the chance."
My dad started to walk my way.He sees me but I glare at him while he gives me a pained look before patting my head and walking away. Who would have known my own father hated me this entire time? When he was far enough I ran up to my mom, who was slumped on the ground, to see if she was alright but she still didn't see me before I went in front of her and lifted her head away from her hands. Her beautiful hazel eyes were clouded by unsheded tears while her brown hair was a mess.
"Momma are you okay?" I asked about to cry with her
She wipes the tears off her face and nods her head, smiling "yeah I'm okay baby"
