Secrets Never Stay Hidden - Alicia Duncan, Roxy Wilson (free novel reading sites .TXT) 📗

My Athena and Suzie always told me I should do something with my life go out in the world find a job, get a house big enough for a family of my own and maybe even a family pet. I know I have dissatisfied my friends and family. Once I heard of my mother’s death gave me the feeling of someone taking their last breathe, having to watch from afar as your mother is being positioned in the dirt forever. Just imagine being too ashamed to be seen by your closest friend, aunts, uncles, and cousins; It’s a feeling that is unexplainable I could never let them distinguish the sight of my monstrous face. Having to hear her nag to me everyday about the same thing constantly. I felt like I had to do something the only thing I can force myself to recall is telling my acquaintances that I needed a break from her, but I didn’t mean forever. They say she died from being stabbed several times. I found it impossible for me to find comfort by reminiscing on photos of each other when she’ll never be able to do the same thing with her only daughter.  I tried looking for shelter with my friends and family but they all had excuses. I have no choice but to beg strangers for food, and wait for it to rain to get a drop of water in my lungs. I have no sympathy for myself I am the one that chose to live this lifestyle. At some moments I think I can smell her sweet smelling perfume her hand on my shoulder almost made me feel accepted. People that know nothing about me laugh in point because I wear dingy clothes, they call me all sorts of names because I don’t have a job in I have to beg for my very survival. I never met my dad so I can’t brag about how great of a person he was. The concrete was cold but the souls that walked pass me each day were warm, warm as the stars above us. Innocent children laughing and playing with their parents I could see their minds were easily taken teenagers whisper laughing and I know they were laughing at me

only if they knew my life story then they would not be able to criticize the

person I am. I no longer blame people for my countless amounts of mistakes I

can’t try to build myself up any longer I have never been able to keep a

promise nor can I stay stable enough to be successful.

My mother deserved a better daughter. My aunt always

used to tell me of the time when my mom thought that I should’ve been a boy. I wish I could go back when my mother, aunts, and elders teased each other. That when I could say I had a family. One thing I think everyone

should know is that there’s no such thing as having a friend. When I needed someone they all shut their doors saying it’s not their problem. She’s gone they suggested that I wash my hands of any memory of her. The thing that hurts me the most is that I feel like it’s my fault and that I will never see her lovely face anymore. My mother deserved to have grandkids and all the things an old women would want.

I am a tragedy in my family, I am the reason why I have

to find food in the garbage cans, I am the reason why I am my own

failure. People like to pretend that I am invisible so they wouldn’t have to give me change. A good job is hard to find when I am considered a good for nothing beggar. I don’t know if I could ever prove myself to all of those hypocrites who pretend they have no flaws, no person is perfect. This world is meant to be cold we must make our own heat.

 

Dice Couplet

All of a sudden I built enough confidence to thrash my 'Parental Units' with insults. , ,  Spunk

Boldness and enjoyment showered all over me while I swore like a sailor. Thrashing my in their faces. In just of a wink of an eye silence slapped me in the face. I started to luxuriate the taciturnity for a while however the quietness was eating me alive. My stomach churning as if I had butterflies.

Suddenly I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline.The loud deafening sound of screeching, a deaf person could hear. I keep myself together as I pull the trigger three times each of them I watch my parents die before my eyes.

My parents look at me with remorse in their eyes before they took their last breath.

I glance at the bloody blotches on their bodies observing the blood pouring out of

the wounds. The irony smell of a bloody massacre. Warm putrid feeling rising up

in my throat, an acid bitter taste in my mouth, and tingling and almost burning

sensation left in my throat and mouth I become sick. I struggled to pick up my

cold-hearted mother first. Dragged her in the white porcelain bathroom and threw

her in the bathtub and went back to go get my father.

     I made them sit side by side in the bathtub. Grabbed my blade it was a gorgeous

piece of artwork.The engraved razor sharp blade looked as if it might cleave atoms.

The hilt was highly burnished brass with intricate floral engravings (made in china).

The handle wasn't just out of leather or horn. It was comprised of many very thin

wafers of ebony wood.The final piece of work was the gold clad steel end of the

handle. In it was a prized emerald, which was said to be from the eye of the

defender of truth. I started slicing their body parts into sections, drenched

them in water in putting the evidence in a large midnight Black hefty bag.

Sprinting out the wooden door I threw them in the garbage can.Vanishing

all of my memories and actions of what I did. So only now I can start over.      

     Darting back in the place we are suppose to call home. I take a shower

rinsing all of my sins away. I arrived in my world of desire staring down my posters

"The Honorable Michael Jackson", ''The Highly Principled Rosa Parks'',

''Well Respected Martin Luther King Jr.'', ''The Sensual Trey Songz'', and

last but not least ''The Sexy, Attractive, Charming and Enchanted Chris Brown.''

The posters reflect on me to do better in life to follow my dreams.

Looking around it is huge and comfy and when I lay down it feels like

I am sleeping on clouds. It makes me feel relaxed and at ease when I

lay in it. It is very high off the ground too. I have nice sheets that are

clean and comfy on it as well.

     I drifted away sinking in my dark sanctuary of my

dreams. Bright colors dance across the sky filling me with excitement and

pleasure. A vivid, and shadowy figure appeared in graceful, fluffy clouds.

The figure is shaped like a woman so it couldn't have been a God. The

figure is finally revealed a light-brown goddess with dark, and glistening,

long smooth hair. She reminded me of someone I once knew in my past life.

I looked upon her sparkled emeral green eyes, She looked remorseful and

and regretful. Right behind the goddness was a male figure now I know for

sure that's God. But my expectations is wrong again it's a tall light-brown man

ripped ab's glistening in the bright, majestic sun. He accommodates the goddess.

     She comes forward to me, Her warm,and gently hands brush up against my

face she whispers ''I'm sorry you'll be okay now just look into the light.''

As frightened as I was, I followed her instructions I took a long glance at

the light. I open my eyes but the lack of oxygen is restricting my ability

to breathe or move. I'm disabled in my own sanctuary, my only place that is

mine I feel the my eyes swell up in my eyes I cry. In any moment my life

could be over in a flash. Emo Purple rashed over me slowly starting from

my head to my toes. If I could only get out of this bed I can go get my

asthma pump. I roll out of bed and raced to the bathroom opened the

mirrored cabinet and soon as I reached for my asthma pump the black

dead of darkness swallowed me.

 

Imprint

Publication Date: 12-16-2015

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Dedication:
Dedication : I dedicate this book to the teenagers going through trials and tribulations at home, everyone has hard times express yourself with using anger. Dedication : I dedicate this book to the females who have been hurt and to all the teenagers to who go through real life struggles,This books is a human version of how our society is in the year 2015 Hopefully you like the ironic twist and enjoy the rest of the series.