The Forgotten Isle: Chapter 11 (01-09-07)
Hafise25:
We forget things, it's common knowledge. We forgot were Atlantis was, didn't we? I guess we misplaced it. What if something forgotten made you remember?
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I never knew exactly what I was or where I came from. My parents never seemed to have the time to talk about anything. They were just too busy being themselves, I guess.
I bet you'd like to know my name, wouldn't you? Hm, of course you do. I am Sulwen Croich! My name may not mean much to you now, but I promise it will.
I always hated these kinds of things, mainly because I never know where to start. The best place would be my earliest memories, right? Well, look deep into my eyes and I will take you to that time and that place.
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~Forgive me if the intro lacks a bit! I think writting a story for a contest is a little easier when you are trying to give that story more heart, etc. This story was originally done for *Your Adventure Starts Here* over at s2c, but I never got the chance to finish it. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to start all over without all the limitations. I'd love feedback!
Hafise25:
Every child wants a loving mother and father! I wanted that more than anyone knew. I couldn't tell my friends about anything. They would just laugh! It seems I got a lot of that growing up, but I brushed it off rather well.
My father, Drew and my mother, Bronwyn were constantly at odds. I don't recall a single kind word they ever said to each other. I didn't see every exchange but the ones I saw were enough for me. My dad was a cop and my mom, well she was just there.
My father and I never really got along. I don't know if it was how he treated my mom or just because he was never home. Oh, don't get me wrong he was a great dad, he just wasn't what other fatheres were. He seemed distant and oddly out of touch.
My mother was great, actually she was perfect. Whenever my father left for work we'd dance around the house and she'd sing for hours. I never understood her as she would sing in Gaelic. She told me once that it was her native language but she never brought it up again.
Then came the night of her breakdown! She was ranting and raving for hours that someone was trying to kill her. She laughed hysterically at me when I told her no one was there! My father walked me out of the room and called her doctor. I don't know what the doctor said but she went away for several years!
While she was gone I got to know my father a little better. We spent more and more time together! When he annouced she was coming home shortly after my sixteenth birthday, I was a little sad. I wanted what other girls had with their fathers and if she came home I knew she would ruin it.
Hafise25:
I noticed a change about her the second she came through the back door. Her hair was shorter and her eyes were completely different. They looked at everything with barely concealed paranoia. She faltered a little when she saw me and started acting like a chicken. I just figured this was part of her therapy.
I should have known better. A week later I found her pleading behind one of the weeping willows in our yard. She was babbling incoherently and staring off into the distance.
After my seventeenth birthday and no signs of my mother getting better or worse for that matter! I headed to see a local gypsy woman named Morgause. She told me that my mothers problem lay in a different land.
My first instinct was to ask my mother but she wouldn't talk to me so I put it off!
My eighteenth birthday dawned clear and bright. I was ready for the world or at least I thought I was.
My golden morning turned into a dismal shade of grey the moment my parents looked at my face.
"What is that," my mother screamed. Finally breaking her silence towards me!
"Huh?"
"Did you get a tattoo?"
"No, I wouldn't! Not yet," I yelled as I raced towards the dining room mirror.
"This can't be happening, Drew!"
" I know, dear. Oh by the Goddess, why now?"
"Why what," I screamed. I only wanted to know what was going on! I didn't mean any disrespect! It came as quite a surprise to find myself pushed up against the wall.
"Why, you," my mother asked over and over as she continued to push me into the wall.
Finally the shock wore off and I pushed her off me.
"Don't ever touch me again!"
"You are mine and I'll do with you as I please," my mother sneered, "You are nothing!"
"Nothing! You are nothing, mother! I can't take anymore of this!"
"Sweetie," called my father's voice.
"NO!," I yelled, fleeing from the room.
I ran out of the front door, not knowing where I was going. I didn't care! I wanted to be as far away from them as I could possibly be!
"Go to the Docks," I heard someone calling.
"Wh..What? Who said that?"
"The Docks," was the faint reply.
Hafise25:
Will update with the Chapter 2-8 when I get back from the store. I hate shopping.
starlucid:
love it so far!
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