Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2016 17:33:24 GMT -6
The white walls with all of the little brown flowers on it was something that I have grown to resent. Ever since I was a child, this was where I was taken for all of my punishments, this was where I was taken every single time that my loving father wanted to show me just how much he cared.
You see, this room holds so many memories, good and bad, that I just can't bring myself to never step foot inside of it ever again. Sitting on the edge of the bed, it looks exactly the same as how my parents left it, the once white sheets are now a dingy brown due to the dust that has covered them over the years. The large dresser that is positioned up against the wall still has everything on it, just the way mama left it before she passed away years ago. As I sit on the edge of their bed, I could see my reflection in the mirror that hangs above the dresser – it brings back the memories of what happened and this causes me to look away from my own reflection and not because I'm ashamed of who I am but because I don't want to relive those memories, those horror stories that I lived through for so many years, up until my parents finally passed away due to cancer.
With no emotions going through my mind, I know that it sounds unfair – like I should feel sorry for them but I don't, I believe that they deserved absolutely everything they got and truth be told; I'm glad they're gone and out of my life forever.
Rising to my feet, I still looked away from my own reflection but I did walk over to mama’s old dresser because right on top of it was something that actually brought back good memories to me, something that relaxed me and told me that everything would be okay. Reaching out, I grabbed the old music box as my large hands lightly caressed the wooden surface. Cranking music box several times, I then placed it back down on the dresser and opened it up as the tiny little dancer began to dance for me as the melody really put me at ease.
Taking a couple of steps backwards, I took a seat on the edge of the bed yet again. Placing my large hands down on my legs, I sat there quietly as my eyes wandered up to the mirror as I stared at myself, I noticed that I was in a catatonic state and as all of those terrible memories began to rush through my head, all I could do was clinch my fists, close my eyes and focus on the melody because that little dancer? She was going to take me home, exactly where I belong.
You see, this room holds so many memories, good and bad, that I just can't bring myself to never step foot inside of it ever again. Sitting on the edge of the bed, it looks exactly the same as how my parents left it, the once white sheets are now a dingy brown due to the dust that has covered them over the years. The large dresser that is positioned up against the wall still has everything on it, just the way mama left it before she passed away years ago. As I sit on the edge of their bed, I could see my reflection in the mirror that hangs above the dresser – it brings back the memories of what happened and this causes me to look away from my own reflection and not because I'm ashamed of who I am but because I don't want to relive those memories, those horror stories that I lived through for so many years, up until my parents finally passed away due to cancer.
With no emotions going through my mind, I know that it sounds unfair – like I should feel sorry for them but I don't, I believe that they deserved absolutely everything they got and truth be told; I'm glad they're gone and out of my life forever.
Rising to my feet, I still looked away from my own reflection but I did walk over to mama’s old dresser because right on top of it was something that actually brought back good memories to me, something that relaxed me and told me that everything would be okay. Reaching out, I grabbed the old music box as my large hands lightly caressed the wooden surface. Cranking music box several times, I then placed it back down on the dresser and opened it up as the tiny little dancer began to dance for me as the melody really put me at ease.
Taking a couple of steps backwards, I took a seat on the edge of the bed yet again. Placing my large hands down on my legs, I sat there quietly as my eyes wandered up to the mirror as I stared at myself, I noticed that I was in a catatonic state and as all of those terrible memories began to rush through my head, all I could do was clinch my fists, close my eyes and focus on the melody because that little dancer? She was going to take me home, exactly where I belong.