(Chapter Thirteen-Forgotten Names)

Ayyy, welcome back. Today on this fine chapter we get back story. Because I figured, it's about time we had a bit of that. I was gonna add it to the last chapter. But then I uh...got a little carried away with fluff. So....yeah...
Enjoy!!
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"Things were fine, until I was about six. We were a perfect little family. Beautiful mother, a loyal father and a doll-like little girl. I was always wearing dresses and bows, and I've always been short, so it just always fit. I'm naturally blonde, if you didn't know. I got that from my mom. Perfect blonde hair and blue eyes, that she passed down to me. We seemed untouchable. Mom worked as a boss for some job and she made a lot important choices. And none were incorrect. Dad did something. I think he worked at a bank of some sort. Not like he works there now. I got good grades and had plenty of friends. But when I was six years old, something happened.

"She changed. It wasn't huge but I could notice it, and so did my dad. She spent less time outside all of a sudden. Which she loved, animals and nature were her thing. But all of a sudden... It wasn't anymore. She liked the TV more. Three months later she made a choice that effected her job negatively. She wasn't fired or anything, but she did have to fire multiple people. Putting her work into a bit of an issue. She took a two month break, where she was claiming she was fixing it from home. But all she did was watch TV and make snacks.

"When I was seven, she forgot what a microwave was. And how to dial a phone properly. Little things that seem insignificant, she forgot. And it may seem small, but once you don't know how to do it its a larger issue than you think. She stopped making food at eight.

"No one said anything. No one bothered taking her into the doctors. It just didn't seem that important. Like she would get better, she was just being wonky right now. That 'right now' lasted a long time. I had started taking over of making food for the family. Mom would sometimes refuse to eat it unless it was a really specific food that I couldn't possibly create at eight years old. Dad wasn't much help with me either. He did nothing to help but watch TV with her. She was his everything.

" Just before my ninth birthday she was fired from her job. She barely went and was unhealthy to the work space. No one told my grandparents, who could have helped at this point. But no. We had one less source of income and a raising electrical bill. She became really scary this year. She would ignore me often and if she didn't notice me she would tell me to make her something or sweep more. Which was weird. She always treated me wonderfully. I was her little baby, her precious doll. But everything seemed irrelevant to her now. Everything but sitting and doing nothing. She had become, unloving and uncaring. She forgot my name that year. She would remember periodically. But for the most part, I was mini.

"And three days before my tenth birthday, I went for a good night hug. And she screamed. She smacked me hard across the face, to the point where my nose was bleeding. She called me a cyclops. That night I decided to keep my face covered. All the time. She pushed me too the ground, where my dad helped me up and told me to just go to bed. With a tissue up my nose I did. She didn't stop screaming. And when she did it was followed by a large thump. She had passed out. The next day I went to Peridots. And didn't come until my birthday. Where we didn't celebrate. No cake or present. Aside the cupcake Peridot's parents gave me.

"I didn't touch my mom again. Well not for about two years at least. She didn't really talk and at this point I knew something was really wrong. But still we didn't get anyone. She kept a steady pace of her insanity. She didn't get worse, but she didn't get better either. And a month before my 13 birthday, she died. January 22 my mothers heart stopped beating.

"I was so excited. She wasn't getting worse, which could only mean good things, right? She was going to get better and we would hug on my thirteenth birthday. And she would say she's sorry and I would forgive her. And I would be beautiful. A perfect way to start off my teen years. After all I was supposed to be the one acting out, not her. She hadn't said anything to me that night. And I went to bed pretty OK. I wasn't sad or anything. And at 3 am I woke up. No reason, I just shot awake. And I couldn't sleep anymore.

"I got up for a drink for water, hoping that would help. And as I went through the halls I peeked into my parent's room (They left it open because my mom had issues with doors). Laying flopped on the group was my father. I ran to his side and attempted to shake him awake. But he wasn't moving. I called 911, like I was taught to do in case of an emergency. When they answered I told them my name, and my address. They asked what was happening and I said my dad is laying on the ground. They told me to take two fingers and press it against his neck and tell me if I felt anything. And I didn't feel anything. I was told to get my mom but I said she also didn't have any pulse.

"I put shoes on like I was supposed to and grabbed a coat. I waited by the door, I had it open and stared out into the night waiting for the flashing lights. It took three minutes for the sound to come from the left. Two police cars and an ambulance showed up. I stood outside my house, with a tall man standing next to me. He told me things would be fine. He was the first person to lie to me. But for that moment, I had no optomism. I thought both of my parents were dead. And I thought I would be alone forever. Although that wasn't completely true, at the same time it was.

"My mother was dead. There was no way to save her, but my father. Well they got his heart beating again, but he couldn't move much anymore. A nurse now comes to the house almost daily to help him out, and then I do the rest. And at thirteen, that was hard. The only form of income we have anymore is from my grandparents, turns out their will was out to us. This was their home, we get it and they left a bunch of money for us. My other grandparents help out a bit too, providing what they can. He gets other stuff from the government too, I think. I'm not really sure, I may be eighteen but I'm still left out of everything. It's funny really.

"Well, I guess it's not really that funny. That's just a figure of speech. Nothing about this is funny. But the good news is things got better. I got older as did my dad. His eyes sight is failing and he can barely move at all, but he's mind is still active as ever. He hasn't left the house in years. And he probably never will. But he doesn't mind. The window in his room is outside enough for him. And after I graduate I plan on moving him to a hospital, it'll be better for him there anyway.

"Well that's my life. I guess. How about you?"

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Ngl I don't even like this chapter that much. But I like backstory so I'm kinda conflicted. But yeah, I hoped you liked it. Hopefully my next chapter will be better to make up for this. Bad news guys, the books ending soon. Still a few more chapters to go but...its getting to its finish. But that means I can focus on my other books so, you got that to look forward to. So yey!!

Anyway, see ya later!
~Aunamonk the sorry for a shitty chapter