(Please tell me your opinion on my story and be truthful please!)
“Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
My dad interrupted her, “Don’t make him feel better he should feel bad!” He looked up at me glaring, “Erik, I have seen your grades lately and you’re in football, right?”
“Yes… I am… I’m sorry they’re dropping I’ll try to get them up.” I stood with my hands behind my back. The fact my dad had to ask me if I was in football made me think I was lucky he knew my name. My mom always tells me I am such a good boy and my dad does love me, he’s just been “stressed” lately.
“Well we’ve already had this conversation before and you said the exact same thing; and I’m getting tired of being lied to. I think I’ll have the coach pull you out of football until you get your grades up.”
My mother looked at him, “Richard, don’t you think that’s a little harsh?” My mother always stood up for me but takes my dad side in the end.
“No, Marsha, I don’t think it’s harsh at all. I think it’s fair. He should learn how to get his act up to the way I want them to be. This is not up for discussion-“
“But dad, I’m in stochastic calculus, chemistry, A.P. U.S. History-“
“I understand they can be kind of hard-“
“No, I don’t think you understand dad. I can hardly pass them and you want A’s! I can’t get you them! It’s hard! I’m just not that smart-“
My dad stood up, and got in my face, “I was in war. That wasn’t a piggy back ride. People died and I had to try my hardest every damn time I went out in the field,” He pushed me back, “I watched people die,” He pushed me again, “And you think you grades are hard!? HUH!?” he shoved me into the wall, “Try living with yourself after you killed so many people! 238 and more people I killed!” He decked me in the face hard.
“Richard!” I heard my mother yell, but it didn’t matter to my dad. He was too busy beating up his own son.
My dad kneed me in the stomach twice, “You think school is hard,” He threw me to the ground, “Well trying living like me. Now go to your room.” I got up, and ran upstairs as fast as I could. I slammed my bedroom door, and looked in the mirror and stared at my reflection. I looked so much like him… I can’t be like him… please I just can’t…
“Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
My dad interrupted her, “Don’t make him feel better he should feel bad!” He looked up at me glaring, “Erik, I have seen your grades lately and you’re in football, right?”
“Yes… I am… I’m sorry they’re dropping I’ll try to get them up.” I stood with my hands behind my back. The fact my dad had to ask me if I was in football made me think I was lucky he knew my name. My mom always tells me I am such a good boy and my dad does love me, he’s just been “stressed” lately.
“Well we’ve already had this conversation before and you said the exact same thing; and I’m getting tired of being lied to. I think I’ll have the coach pull you out of football until you get your grades up.”
My mother looked at him, “Richard, don’t you think that’s a little harsh?” My mother always stood up for me but takes my dad side in the end.
“No, Marsha, I don’t think it’s harsh at all. I think it’s fair. He should learn how to get his act up to the way I want them to be. This is not up for discussion-“
“But dad, I’m in stochastic calculus, chemistry, A.P. U.S. History-“
“I understand they can be kind of hard-“
“No, I don’t think you understand dad. I can hardly pass them and you want A’s! I can’t get you them! It’s hard! I’m just not that smart-“
My dad stood up, and got in my face, “I was in war. That wasn’t a piggy back ride. People died and I had to try my hardest every damn time I went out in the field,” He pushed me back, “I watched people die,” He pushed me again, “And you think you grades are hard!? HUH!?” he shoved me into the wall, “Try living with yourself after you killed so many people! 238 and more people I killed!” He decked me in the face hard.
“Richard!” I heard my mother yell, but it didn’t matter to my dad. He was too busy beating up his own son.
My dad kneed me in the stomach twice, “You think school is hard,” He threw me to the ground, “Well trying living like me. Now go to your room.” I got up, and ran upstairs as fast as I could. I slammed my bedroom door, and looked in the mirror and stared at my reflection. I looked so much like him… I can’t be like him… please I just can’t…
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do you know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do you know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My love is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my flowers still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget you although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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you seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows you
like a hook,
won't let you go,
won't leave you alone.
You smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that you hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves you not,
you don't see the angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give you a strength.
You long for life
that you don't know of,
you seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.
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