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rosethorn
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I have always been able to see strings. Not like the strings that come off your clothes. No. But strings that connected people. But not just any people. Soul mates. Yep, the soul mates that were made in heaven. When I was little I was so confused why my friends parents had strings connecting them, and my parents didn't.

Strings

I have always been able to see strings. Not like the strings that come off your clothes. No. But strings that connected people. But not just any people. Soul mates.

Yep, the soul mates that were made in heaven. When I was little I was so confused why my friends parents had strings connecting them, and my parents didn't.

They seemed like they loved each other so much. But then at night, when they thought I was sleeping, they would argue so much. And I would hear my mother crying.

When I was six, my mother and father had a BIG talk with me. They said they didn't love each other anymore, and that it was not my fault. They have been "out of love" for about ten years now.

This morning I woke up to rain thudding on my window. I have always thought it was amazing and graceful. The sounds making quiet music. I was relaxing, until my dad walked in.

" Honey. Wake-. Your already awake. Did me and Nora wake you." Nora. My dads new wife. She is mean, and hateful. And lets just say, no strings. My dad does have a soul mate though.

We met her at my concert last year. The only problem. She is eighteen. Was. Now she's nineteen. So the world will be a little messed up.

Especially since dad has been staying at work later than usual. I feel a little bad for Nora.

" Hello. Is my lovely daughter Magdalena awake. Earth to Lena." My dad was trying to stop my day- morning dreaming.

" Daaad. I'm awake." I looked at him like he was crazy. Then the biggest smile came across his face. I knew what was coming and tried to stop it.

" Dad. Dad, no. NO!"

" Don't just walk away.Pretending everythings okay and you don't care about me.And I know it's just no use.When all your lies become your truths and I don't care.

" I tried to block it out with my pillow. But my dad just walked over, bent his head to my pillow, and screamed more of the song.

"Could you look me in the eye.And tell me that you're happy now.Would you tell it to my face.Have I been erased.Are you happy now.Are you happy now." That's when he started tickling me.

I couldn't stop laughing. Lets just say, my laugh is loud and horrible. I was laughing until I saw Nora in my door. She looked mad. Kinda crazy.

" DONALD! STOP BEING LOUD! IT IS SEVEN IN THE MORNING!" Then she stomped away and started slamming doors.

" Okay Lena. Get dressed. Then we need to talk about something." Wait. Did I do something wrong? I couldn't remember if I did or not.

" Yes sir." My dad stared at me for a minute, then walked away shutting my door. I got up and started getting dressed. It was a Tuesday.

That meant I needed to finally wear the dress Really got me. It was a string strap dress. It was blue and fit my body perfectly. Finally got it for me for prom.

She also got me heels that matched it perfectly. It was so pretty put together. But I couldn't wear it. I looked amazing. But I didn't want to stay in it all day.

So I put tight jeans and a fancy shirt on. That felt better. So I went downstairs to talk to my dad.

" Donald . . . you haft to tell her. She has a right to know."

" I know. But Melisa has never truly been a mother to her."

" You should still tell her." Why were they talking about my mom? And whispering?

" Hey dad. Where are you?" I said it loud enough for both of them to hear. I didn't want them to know what I heard. Whatever it was.

" I'm in the kitchen." I slowly walked to the kitchen. When I walked in my dad looked at me suspiciously. Like he knew I had heard.

" Lena. We haft to talk. About your mother." My dad looked down. Like something really upsetting had happened.

" Your mother. She decided to get married to a man she doesn't know. He came down here on New Years Eve, so they could get a feel for each other. On the third your mother called me.

She said, in these exact words " He is coming after me. Please help. Tell Lena I'm sa choill. " Before my mom and dad knew each other my mom was living in Poland. So naturally she spoke polish.

Every time I saw, see my mom she always greets me in polish. Well she always expects me to talk to her in polish. So I'm sa choill means I'm in the woods in polish.My mom must be in the woods.

But which one. There are so many that she liked-likes. She loved- loves nature. Why am I speaking about her like she is already gone?

Because you think she is.

" Lena. Honey. Are you okay?" My dad asks.

No I'm not a dad. Why would you tell me this in the morning? Right before school.

" Lena. I'm not a physiqit but I know you must be wondering why I told you this. I know. We should let the cops figure it all out. But she told me to tell you it. So if there is any chance . . .

you will find her."

At that moment I death glared my dad. And ran out of the house to my bus stop. I really shouldn't be here for another 15 minutes. But whatever. I needed to get away.

Why me? Me and my mother have never gotten along, even when I was young. She never really wanted children. She wanted to stay skinny for the rest of her life.

But when she was pregnant with me, she gained 20 pounds. Life sucks.

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