Thursday, April 16, 2015

Vile Gōmon

I am normal, at least I wish I was.  I have been surrounded by bad luck since the day I had entered this accursed world.  My mother, on the other hand, has had bouts of good luck winding their way into her life.  
Constantly forgetting me she charged into the world every night.  The only bad thing that had occurred to her, was the appearance of my father in her life.  He cursed me with her, and he also had bad luck always by his back door.
I have no siblings.  I live with my mother and grandfather on my mother’s side.  I do not remember meeting any of my father’s relatives.  I do remember meeting my father once.  It was on the day I ended middle school.  There was a small get-together when he came to pick me up.  We didn’t talk much.  He told me some things about himself.  That was it.
My name is Xelci Mokmil, a fourteen year old depressed teenage female.  I live with my mother and grandfather in a large home in Phoenix, Arizona.  My mother is not a mother and my grandfather does not pay me a bit of attention.  
School is a drag.  The most highlighting thing of my entire life is when I go to Indiana with my father.  That turned out to be a bust as well.  
I don’t know how or why, but me and my father were suddenly pulled from the road.  The details still swarm around in my head.  I wander the back alleys because I don’t know where I am to return to.

I don’t know the state of my father, but I hope he is safe.  Or that he will rot in hell.  I’m hungry and thirsty.  My arms and legs ache.  The lash marks and cuts still bleed.  I feel pain through every piece of skin on my body.  My insides constantly churn.  I don’t know when or how it will end, but I know it won’t end soon.

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