ThornsOfTheRose

I am sitting here, looking out of my window. Taking a sip of tea I notice the shadow of my reflection looking back at me. I see my mother's green eyes and soft mouth. The nose, I believe, comes from my father. I have never known him. He left when he found out my mother was pregnant with me. When I was younger I asked my mother tons of questions about him. I never got any answers and it always ended up with her bursting into tears. Now, I have stopped asking. Still, I cannot help myself thinking about him. What's he like? Is he even alive? All my questions are haunting me. Questions I'll never find the answers for. There is a huge gap in my he

"Don't be so hard on yourself" the strange girl said. I just gazed at her stupidly. "What?" "Well.." she hesitated, "you just look like you've got a million things on your mind and that it's all your fault. It's not, you know." "I'm sort of empathic," she added when I looked at her like she was some kind of alien. -How could she know- I wondered. I was impressed, but instead of finding out how this could even be possible, I just screamed that I didn't want to talk about it and that she shold leave me alone. I screamed right in the face of this complete stranger. This girl got to me and even though I never met her, she acted like we had known