Life of a Tainted Soul
Chapter 1
I found her body.
Her lifeless body laying in a tub full of water. Blood floating in the water from her slit wrist. Candles were lit everywhere and a opera singer played in the air. It felt like a scene out of a movie, so perfect. Almost beautiful if it wasn’t so tragic.
I’m in shock. I don’t remember finding the phone to call the police nor opening the door to let them in but now they’re everywhere. One female officer is trying to talk to me but I don’t hear a word she says. I’m looking past her at the three male officers lifting my mother out the tub and putting her in a body bag. They zip up the bag but her pale arm hangs outside the bag while they roll her past me on a lift. I think the shock wore off, because I open my mouth to speak but all that comes out is uncontrollable screaming.
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They’re talking about me. In the next room, my dad, my Aunt Chrissy, and her husband , my Uncle Jay. They’re trying to figure out what to do with me. Its nice to know it takes my mothers death to be able to see my father once in the last seven years. My Aunt wants me to go with him. She thinks having my father in my life will help me cope easier with losing the other parent. Which would probably be true if I considered him a parent or my father. He’s just a sperm donor. He doesn’t want me anyway which is why they are having this argument anyway. He doesn’t want the bastard child of a previous relationship to mess up his new perfect family.
“Well lets just ask her.” I hear my Aunt Chrissy say. “Zuri can you come here for a minute?!”. I sigh and get up from the couch in the tv room and walk into the kitchen.
I walked into the doorway. “Yes?”
They all look up at me from the kitchen. My dad opens his mouth to speak but closes his mouth immediately and looks at either my aunt or uncle to talk. After an awkward moment of silence my uncle steps up to the plate.
“Zuri im sure you have heard most of our
conversation from the other room”.
I nod my head and he continues. “Seeing that your only seventeen and cant live alone you need somewhere to stay for your last year in high school before you go to college. Now instead of deciding for you, you can choose to stay with either your father or your Aunt Chrissy and I. You probably want to live with-“.
“I want to live with my father”. I say cutting him off mid sentence.
My father looks up astonished “What?”
I roll my eyes. “I want to stay with you”. Idiot.
He looked at my aunt and uncle, they shrug. “B-b-but you barely know me and you’ve known them your whole life. Why would you want to live with me?” he says nervously. He’s sweating. The stuttering idiot is actually sweating. Is making a relationship with me that scary?
I pretend to be insulted, “so you don’t want me to live with you?” I look to the ground and give my best puppy dog face.
Now he’s really sweating bullets, “No its not that honey its just your aunt and uncle live in the neighborhood so you will be around what you have your whole life. You will still be around your friends and can go to the same high school…” he continues but I stop listening. Real nice. I lose my mom and the big doofus doesn’t even want to help console me. Doesn’t want anything to do with he. I cut him off before I gag on bull.
“Look DAD[ I practically choke on the word], I just lost my mother. The last thing I want to be is in the area I grew up with her for my whole life. Now I know you don’t want me to mess up your happy home, but you can at least let me stay with you for a year until I go to college. Don’t you think that’s the least you can do for being a dead beat prick for my entire life?” I say glaring at him.
He puts his head down then says, “pack you bags, our plane leaves at 11 tomorrow morning.”
I smirk and say “Oh Gee. Thanks dad!” then go back into the room to finish watching Phineas and Ferb.
It's time to blow this popsicle stand. There is no way I can stay here after all this and be reminded of my mother everyday. I can't do it.
Hi I'm Zuri. Welcome to my life.
Her lifeless body laying in a tub full of water. Blood floating in the water from her slit wrist. Candles were lit everywhere and a opera singer played in the air. It felt like a scene out of a movie, so perfect. Almost beautiful if it wasn’t so tragic.
I’m in shock. I don’t remember finding the phone to call the police nor opening the door to let them in but now they’re everywhere. One female officer is trying to talk to me but I don’t hear a word she says. I’m looking past her at the three male officers lifting my mother out the tub and putting her in a body bag. They zip up the bag but her pale arm hangs outside the bag while they roll her past me on a lift. I think the shock wore off, because I open my mouth to speak but all that comes out is uncontrollable screaming.
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They’re talking about me. In the next room, my dad, my Aunt Chrissy, and her husband , my Uncle Jay. They’re trying to figure out what to do with me. Its nice to know it takes my mothers death to be able to see my father once in the last seven years. My Aunt wants me to go with him. She thinks having my father in my life will help me cope easier with losing the other parent. Which would probably be true if I considered him a parent or my father. He’s just a sperm donor. He doesn’t want me anyway which is why they are having this argument anyway. He doesn’t want the bastard child of a previous relationship to mess up his new perfect family.
“Well lets just ask her.” I hear my Aunt Chrissy say. “Zuri can you come here for a minute?!”. I sigh and get up from the couch in the tv room and walk into the kitchen.
I walked into the doorway. “Yes?”
They all look up at me from the kitchen. My dad opens his mouth to speak but closes his mouth immediately and looks at either my aunt or uncle to talk. After an awkward moment of silence my uncle steps up to the plate.
“Zuri im sure you have heard most of our
conversation from the other room”.
I nod my head and he continues. “Seeing that your only seventeen and cant live alone you need somewhere to stay for your last year in high school before you go to college. Now instead of deciding for you, you can choose to stay with either your father or your Aunt Chrissy and I. You probably want to live with-“.
“I want to live with my father”. I say cutting him off mid sentence.
My father looks up astonished “What?”
I roll my eyes. “I want to stay with you”. Idiot.
He looked at my aunt and uncle, they shrug. “B-b-but you barely know me and you’ve known them your whole life. Why would you want to live with me?” he says nervously. He’s sweating. The stuttering idiot is actually sweating. Is making a relationship with me that scary?
I pretend to be insulted, “so you don’t want me to live with you?” I look to the ground and give my best puppy dog face.
Now he’s really sweating bullets, “No its not that honey its just your aunt and uncle live in the neighborhood so you will be around what you have your whole life. You will still be around your friends and can go to the same high school…” he continues but I stop listening. Real nice. I lose my mom and the big doofus doesn’t even want to help console me. Doesn’t want anything to do with he. I cut him off before I gag on bull.
“Look DAD[ I practically choke on the word], I just lost my mother. The last thing I want to be is in the area I grew up with her for my whole life. Now I know you don’t want me to mess up your happy home, but you can at least let me stay with you for a year until I go to college. Don’t you think that’s the least you can do for being a dead beat prick for my entire life?” I say glaring at him.
He puts his head down then says, “pack you bags, our plane leaves at 11 tomorrow morning.”
I smirk and say “Oh Gee. Thanks dad!” then go back into the room to finish watching Phineas and Ferb.
It's time to blow this popsicle stand. There is no way I can stay here after all this and be reminded of my mother everyday. I can't do it.
Hi I'm Zuri. Welcome to my life.
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Short? yes I know, but this is only like an introduction to see if the story is liked.I would love some type of feedback just to let me know if i should keep going or not.
p.s. The story will not always be this depressing! :)