Chapter 1
Faith's pvo
Oh god I can't breath.. They dared come here. This is my turf. This belongs to mamma and I. Hippocrates! Standing next to her grave grieving like people who actually gave a damn about her. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs "get out! Leave! I hate you all!" But I could never disrespect mama's funeral like that. Hope was balling her eyes out and looking at me. I could see in her eyes that she wanted to beg for forgiveness and she was longing to grieve with me. I just stared back at her with cold dead eyes. She doesn't deserve my sympathy. She left us.. She chose them... Both she and daddy. They were the reason mamma died a little each day. I hate them all. Just look at her clinging to that Lopez i***t like some pathetic i***t, you'd think her life depends on it. How pathetic! Gosh, after this funeral I will never have to see any of them ever again and that works just fine for me. Finally I will be free of them.
I am going to start my new life as far away as possible as soon as I get the money mamma left me. I don't need any of them, but I'd sure love to see them all on their knees begging for forgiveness. Too bad the only one that ever had the capability to forgive is being buried today cause I will never ever forgive them for ruining my perfect existence and killing the only person who ever truly cared about me.
They can all go to hell for all I care. I watch as my mother's casket being lowered into the ground and a single tear rolls down my cheeks.
"Mamma why'd you have to go and die on me. I still need you too much. I love you so much mamma. You are my world, now I have no one left. I am all alone in this world now. At least they have their screwed up family and their millions, I have nothing. I miss you so much mamma. Who's going to cheer me on now? Who is going to call me princess? Who's going to tell me that I can and will make it? You believed in me mamma. "
My chest aches deep within and it feels like I am going to go into cardiac arrest at any moment. Gosh,it hurts so bad. How am I going to go on living when she was the one who gave my life meaning and purpose. I look up with tears glittering in my eyes and see my father looking at me with a look of concern. I smirk at him. Too late to give a rats ass now daddyo. She is dead and nothing they ever do will bring her back. To think I used to be daddy's little girl. He was my hero, and I always imagined that if I ever got married I'd be marrying a man exactly like him. Hope and I were his life.. His actual words, not mine. How pathetic and naive I was. I even begged him not to go, to at least stay and try to work things out for my sake. I told him that if he loved me enough that he would try, guess my love just was not enough to make him stay.... I was never enough for anyone accept my mother. Now she's gone! What now? Where do I go from here? Where do I start? How does one go on living when you only reason to live is no more?
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