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I can hear ems….I can see em….All of ems, talkin’, laughin’, bitchin’ abou’ me or themselves or even about their so-called friend. All of thems are snakes to me. All of thems are rats to me. For some reasons, they all think so high of themselves. They way they talk to us, look at us, talk about us. I hate thems, I hate thems I hate tems. Chapter 1 : Pride The name I was given when I was nothin’ but a baby is Kacey. I’ve been adopted at the age of seven because of the act my father did and for my protection. You see, my parents were very poor fellas and were becoming monsters everyday a lil’ bit more because of the stuff they were doin’ to the body of theirs is what I was told. I mostly think that the body dont matter. What was wrong was affecting their bodies but mostly their head. The worst was that, even if she was poor and miserable, my mother still cared hell of alot ‘bout me and she always said that she loved both me and my father. She’d cook for us some food everyday and even if we didn’t have much money, I enjoyed it everytimes because it was mom’s cook. She’d do some soup with some meat in it or some burgers. The best was when she was able to find some eggs and bacon. It happened mabye once a month. We would eat, both of us in silence, lookin’ at each other, talking with our eyes because, one who truly love another dont need no words to talk. My father was a drunk, crack-adict piece of sad trash. He’d always leave soon in the morning and come back, if he came back, late in the night and sleep the day after, only to start the morning after that, all over again’. He was the leader of some gang in the getto. Some negros who were tryin’ to get more money for their kiddos I guess. He wasn’t there much with mom and I so I did not know him much but I suppose I did love him. Until the day my father came back, drunk like always but more violent this time. His rage was caused by the arrestation of his best friend Mako. When he came home and saw his dinner that mom would always prepare wasn’t ready, he became mad crazy and smashed my mother so hard in the face I tought his fist would get trough her. sent my mother to a place where I can’t see her no more. I think, cuz’ I ain’t sure about it but I think I loved her very much. I think I was close from my mother, even if she was a monster, she was my monster and she protected me from

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