Taking Over

One day, I came home from school to find my pictures of my two older brothers were just a shredded mess of photo paper. I looked up and saw my Step Mother sitting on my bed, waiting for me. When I asked what had happened to my pictures, her response was,” they aren’t your brothers, I doubt you even know who or where they really are.” I was so mad I could boil water on my head!

It felt like my world was being taken away and replaced with this new, unfamiliar world. My evil Stepmom was taking over as if I was her own puppet. I wanted to scream and yell, but I decided against it because I couldn’t do much any way.

I came home from a long tedious day at school and discovered a pile of ripped photo paper. These once were the only precious pictures of my two older brothers, Dustin and Kevin. Having been the only substantial connection to my past, I was crushed into a million pieces. The Evil Brenda Monster was looming in the near corner. Having finally succeeded in taking my life apart, she smiled with satisfaction stating,” Your past is mine. Your life is mine. The way I see it, you belong to me you brat!” my world as I knew it went black as coal. A silent scream escaped my throat as I fell into a lonely, dead, black abyss. When I woke, every thing was changed. It was as if I was not looking through my own eyes. My actions were controlled like a remote controlled robot, the remote in the Brenda Monster’s ugly, clawed grasp.

I felt dead, it was over.

CJ