Escaping an Eternity
December 18th 2006 03:56
Escaping an Eternity
At the bittersweet age of 17, her parents packed her things and threw her out of their suburban home to live her life on the streets. Her parents had recently divorced and she lived with her mother and step-father. The two seemed madly in love except for one common disagreement, Rochelle. She had her own way of doing things from sitting in the rain with an oversized umbrella drawing or writing in her room with the bass of Velvet Acid Christ cd's drowning out the world.
Ray, who became known as Papa Bear to her younger sister, disapproved of it all. He told her to be more serious and figure out what she wanted to do with her life. She had her college picked and a major decided upon of West Chester for literary education contrary to his knowledge. In the awkward fog that surrounded his eyes, she could tell he did not want to know her.
Diane always thought optimistically and forced the two to interact. They would go out to dinner once a week. He'd give the waitress a hard time simply to watch her walk away over and over again. She wouldstare off into space and sing under her breath. Afetr the bill came, she'd walk to the car ad he'd get the waitress's phone number. Diane would ask how the night went and neither would answer.
It was Ray and Diane's one year anniversary and Rochelle being filled to the top with sarcasm bought her mother a card which read;
Well, it's been one year since you ruined your life; eternity left to deal with it.
Diane found the card hysterical, but, of course, Ray did not. The fighting started and Diane was told to choose between her daughter and her husband.
Rochelle was too young to rent an apartment on her own and viewed herself too old to go to an orphanage. She lived at the nearest homeless shelter in Manhatton. Her parents ceased communication with her until until 17 months later when they received a letter;
Dear Ray and Diane,
I am writing to inform you of my (your forgotten daughter's) success. I graduated from high school and went to a trade school for business management. I was offered a job and now work at the head of a Wegman's distribution center. I rent my own apartment, pay my own bills and have my fiance with me. I am sorry that you missed some of the best parts of my life.
Love Always,
Rochelle
Four days after sending the letter, Rochelle wandered in from the cold winter air to find her fiance had blown a fuse, but more importantly the living/dining room was full of old boxes, at least seven that she could see. The closest had a letter attached. It read;
Dearest Rochelle,
We are sorry we missed your most important successes. We are sorry we threw you out. It will take a lot for you to forgive us. I've left the boxes I had packed the day we abandoned you. I hope you can forgive us.
Love Eternally,
Ray and Diane
The tears flowed steadily down her rosey cheeks as she tore the letter into millions of pieces and collapsed to the floor. She sat on the auburn carpet surrounded by the dusty, unopened boxes with the moonbeams spilling in through the pane-glass windows illuminating the dust covering the cardboard.
The lights were back on in a flash and Tommy bounded up the cellar staircase to check on his love. "Well, baby, do you want to open them?"
"I don't think I can, hun. Whatever is inside here is what I used to be. Everything has changed. I don't want anything to do with this stuff. I'm returning the boxes so they have an idea of what they lost." Tommy came closer to her and covered her with love simply by wrapping his arms around her. "Honey, grab the credit cards, we're eloping."
To whom this may concern:
I can not forgive you for your betrayal almost a year and a half ago. I am now forever seperating myself from your world. Take these boxes back as the only memory you have of me. Your daughter no longer exists, I am freeing myself of you. I am officially beginning my life without you.
Love Always,
Rochelle
At the bittersweet age of 17, her parents packed her things and threw her out of their suburban home to live her life on the streets. Her parents had recently divorced and she lived with her mother and step-father. The two seemed madly in love except for one common disagreement, Rochelle. She had her own way of doing things from sitting in the rain with an oversized umbrella drawing or writing in her room with the bass of Velvet Acid Christ cd's drowning out the world.
Ray, who became known as Papa Bear to her younger sister, disapproved of it all. He told her to be more serious and figure out what she wanted to do with her life. She had her college picked and a major decided upon of West Chester for literary education contrary to his knowledge. In the awkward fog that surrounded his eyes, she could tell he did not want to know her.
Diane always thought optimistically and forced the two to interact. They would go out to dinner once a week. He'd give the waitress a hard time simply to watch her walk away over and over again. She wouldstare off into space and sing under her breath. Afetr the bill came, she'd walk to the car ad he'd get the waitress's phone number. Diane would ask how the night went and neither would answer.
It was Ray and Diane's one year anniversary and Rochelle being filled to the top with sarcasm bought her mother a card which read;
Well, it's been one year since you ruined your life; eternity left to deal with it.
Diane found the card hysterical, but, of course, Ray did not. The fighting started and Diane was told to choose between her daughter and her husband.
Rochelle was too young to rent an apartment on her own and viewed herself too old to go to an orphanage. She lived at the nearest homeless shelter in Manhatton. Her parents ceased communication with her until until 17 months later when they received a letter;
I am writing to inform you of my (your forgotten daughter's) success. I graduated from high school and went to a trade school for business management. I was offered a job and now work at the head of a Wegman's distribution center. I rent my own apartment, pay my own bills and have my fiance with me. I am sorry that you missed some of the best parts of my life.
Love Always,
Rochelle
Four days after sending the letter, Rochelle wandered in from the cold winter air to find her fiance had blown a fuse, but more importantly the living/dining room was full of old boxes, at least seven that she could see. The closest had a letter attached. It read;
Dearest Rochelle,
We are sorry we missed your most important successes. We are sorry we threw you out. It will take a lot for you to forgive us. I've left the boxes I had packed the day we abandoned you. I hope you can forgive us.
Love Eternally,
Ray and Diane
The tears flowed steadily down her rosey cheeks as she tore the letter into millions of pieces and collapsed to the floor. She sat on the auburn carpet surrounded by the dusty, unopened boxes with the moonbeams spilling in through the pane-glass windows illuminating the dust covering the cardboard.
The lights were back on in a flash and Tommy bounded up the cellar staircase to check on his love. "Well, baby, do you want to open them?"
"I don't think I can, hun. Whatever is inside here is what I used to be. Everything has changed. I don't want anything to do with this stuff. I'm returning the boxes so they have an idea of what they lost." Tommy came closer to her and covered her with love simply by wrapping his arms around her. "Honey, grab the credit cards, we're eloping."
To whom this may concern:
I can not forgive you for your betrayal almost a year and a half ago. I am now forever seperating myself from your world. Take these boxes back as the only memory you have of me. Your daughter no longer exists, I am freeing myself of you. I am officially beginning my life without you.
Love Always,
Rochelle
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