friend?” She asked in a baby’s voice, mocking me.
I looked at her as if she was a pile of shit you find in a cow pasture. “I had the TV on, but why mother would I need friends. You are so ugly and the most pathetic excuse for a wife, mother, and woman for that matter, that they could not possibly bear to be in your presence!” I said this calmly, throwing the words of my father back in her face.
She walked over to me, raised her hand, as if she were going to slap me. I ducked down bracing myself for the sting. The impact never came and I raised my head to look up at her.
Her hand had come about an inch away from my face and stopped. She gasped and slowly started walking backwards to the door. I looked at her in puzzlement and then grinned. My father had said in his letter that no one could hurt me because I was protected by a shield that would remain, until it was time for me to meet my destiny. He obviously was not lying!
“What’s wrong mother? Can you not fulfill your motherly duties as to take care of my mouth?” I taunted her.
She had paled drastically and looked at me in horror, as if she were standing before a ghost. “It has started,” she whispered. “I can’t change you now. You will be just like your father. God help you!”
For some reason I walked a little closer to her, my eyes angry. She kept walking backwards and her back hit the door frame, stopping her from going any further. “Your God doesn’t live here,” I said to her quietly.
She took off running out of my bedroom and down the stairs. I listened for a moment, while she whimpered, terrified of what I would do to her. I giggled to myself.
“That will teach you to raise your hand to me you wicked witch!”
I decided I needed to take a walk after that scene and get some fresh air. I grabbed my camera and walked out of my bedroom.
I stopped outside of my parent’s room and listened to my mother crying and praying. I just shook my head and kept walking. I stopped at the closet by the main door, the one I watched my father murdered from, and grabbed a light jacket. Even though the sun was shining brightly, the wind was still a little chilly.
With my camera in hand, I opened the front door, and headed out for a walk. I stopped outside my parents’ bedroom window, sensing someone was watching me. I looked up and seen my mother run from
the window. I giggled and kept walking. I wonder if that is what my father meant, when he said everyone must fear me.
After that, I sort of let my mind clear. I just wanted to walk and escape from everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours.
An hour later, I ended up two miles away from my home. I had stopped to take pictures of everything, bugs eating a spider, flowers, a funny looking rock, and birds.
I was enjoying my alone time, that I had not realized that I was at the bottom of the waterfall. I could feel the cool mist as the water hit the rocks on the bottom. I walked over to one patch of sun that had escaped among the trees, and stepped into it.
I sat down on a huge rock and started taking pictures of the falls and the rainbows that came off of the falling water. I put my camera down and looked up. It must be a 300 foot waterfall. I started wondering to myself why I always come to the falls when I clear my mind.
I slowly got up and started walking the steep hill up to the top of the falls. I had been up there a few times, but never had my camera with me. I figured I would take pictures now, from the top.
About ten minutes later, I was standing on the edge of a rock, right next to the flowing water. The sun here was shining brightly without the trees blocking its way. Wow, it was really high and gorgeous up here. The sound of the rushing water filled my ears, so that I could not hear anything else.
I took my camera from around my neck and laid down on the big rock. The rock was so warm. I was lying flat on