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Bewildered Pt. 2

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Created on 12-24-07

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I was old enough to know that my mother was a drunk and started to drink twice as much. Of course I was delighted because I wouldn’t have to see her as much. I didn’t hate her; I would say I disliked her.

There were numerous nights when my mother needed a ride home from the city bad. My father was disturbed because of all the alcohol she was consuming. One time my mother was so drunk that my father confronted her about all the alcohol she was consuming but she flipped out yelling about some note that was found on me.

Of course I didn’t know I was adopted when Renee was screaming about the note that was found on me.

“Oh my gosh the note!” I said in a low whisper. I wasn’t sure but there was just this feeling, maybe curiosity, but it made me want to go and ask Paul about it before I left.

I wasn’t even half way to my car when I dropped my keys and ran back towards the house to ask Paul countless questions about the note. I grabbed the golden handle that I had just used to close the door to my old life a few minutes ago. I jerked it down to rip the door open but I saw something unusual, my house was empty.

When I walked in through the door I thought I would have seen my living room that had long burgundy curtain’s, cream leather sofas, and several dark wood coffee tables filled with family pictures, which were of my father and I mostly; In stead I saw nothing.

“Paul?!” I yelped in a quiver.

“Are you here?” I asked in a low disturbed tone.

It took several minutes for my eyes to adjust from being in my house that was dimly lit on the inside, to not being lit at all.

I stood in front of the maple wood door as my hand dropped from the handle to my side.

I felt like a stranger in my own house that I lived in for seventeen years. I slowly crept into what would be my living room afraid that something would try and grab me.

I took in a deep breathe and said “I hate the dark…” For some reason I could never be comfortable in the dark unless I knew there was someone close by. Paul always gave me that comfort because he always came for me in the middle of the night if I broke in a scream from a nightmare. Oh how much I longed for Paul to be next to me in this empty space of darkness. Now of all times I felt alone, for the first time in my house. The strange thing was I could feel someone behind me playing with my hair that was in a loose pony tale.

I never believed in the paranormal, myths, legends.

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On January 18th 2008 monkeylol5 Said :

	omg i have to go reda the next one..... :D

On January 13th 2008 NisaNicole Said :

	Getting good :D

On December 24th 2007 tkotapout Said :

	gettin interesting,its startin to make some more sense too.good job :)

On December 24th 2007 unknownwolfie Said :

	hmmmm lovin it ... really gettin intrestin.. keep me posted

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