Robyn Raskolof
Artic Fox Furry
Well this is a story all about how my life got twisted upside down.....
Sorry. another reference -.-
I shall post the first chapter.
I hope you Enjoy.
Just to Take a breath
Prologue
When I was younger I had no idea what I wanted. I didn’t even know how to tie my shoes. Yet all I wanted to do was see my mother smile again. Every day she would play with me but, she would always have this look on her face that just made me concerned. It was when I turned 8 when I realised why.
My Father died a few months after I was born due to cancer and my mother never took it well. He was one of those street musicians playing for change just to survive the next day. My mother was already a famous musician, but every day she would pass by him on her way to her studio. Every day she would put money in his case to keep him alive. It’s hard to believe that she would do that every time.
Then one day, he got back on his feet. He bought a ticket to her show right where she could easily see him. She noticed him almost immediately, and after that they were together. Then she learned she was pregnant with me and that my father was dying of cancer.
That must have pushed her over the edge, because after that, the people closest to her said she never smiled. It was evident to me since I was given no freedom. Everything i did had to conform to her standards. I couldn’t play with the children of the stars she associated with. I had to always behave and act like I was the perfect child.
I learned languages that no one around me spoke and play instruments I couldn’t play for others. I was following in her footsteps as if I was trying to be her. I didn’t want to be her. I wanted to be WITH her. That's when my resentment began.
By 10 years old I learned many things, one of which was that my mother was evil. She would look at others like she was above them, and in many situations she was. She would see other men, women, and children begging in the subway and daily she would look away and ignore them while I stared on and watched them. They would play, beg, perform, and even just sit there staring back.
After years, one man had enough. He knew who she was and he was angered by how she just ignored him. He mustered up the courage to end the behavior and shot her 7 times with me veiled (not sure veiled is the word you want) under her falling corpse. That's also the day I lost my sight. The last thing I saw was her looking at me crying as if she cared. She wanted me to live and I shall, but not in her image. I shall grow to be me. My name is Robyn Thatcher, or by my birth name, Kisa Raskolof, given to me by my mother , and I am a what my mother despised most.
Sorry. another reference -.-
I shall post the first chapter.
I hope you Enjoy.
Just to Take a breath
Prologue
When I was younger I had no idea what I wanted. I didn’t even know how to tie my shoes. Yet all I wanted to do was see my mother smile again. Every day she would play with me but, she would always have this look on her face that just made me concerned. It was when I turned 8 when I realised why.
My Father died a few months after I was born due to cancer and my mother never took it well. He was one of those street musicians playing for change just to survive the next day. My mother was already a famous musician, but every day she would pass by him on her way to her studio. Every day she would put money in his case to keep him alive. It’s hard to believe that she would do that every time.
Then one day, he got back on his feet. He bought a ticket to her show right where she could easily see him. She noticed him almost immediately, and after that they were together. Then she learned she was pregnant with me and that my father was dying of cancer.
That must have pushed her over the edge, because after that, the people closest to her said she never smiled. It was evident to me since I was given no freedom. Everything i did had to conform to her standards. I couldn’t play with the children of the stars she associated with. I had to always behave and act like I was the perfect child.
I learned languages that no one around me spoke and play instruments I couldn’t play for others. I was following in her footsteps as if I was trying to be her. I didn’t want to be her. I wanted to be WITH her. That's when my resentment began.
By 10 years old I learned many things, one of which was that my mother was evil. She would look at others like she was above them, and in many situations she was. She would see other men, women, and children begging in the subway and daily she would look away and ignore them while I stared on and watched them. They would play, beg, perform, and even just sit there staring back.
After years, one man had enough. He knew who she was and he was angered by how she just ignored him. He mustered up the courage to end the behavior and shot her 7 times with me veiled (not sure veiled is the word you want) under her falling corpse. That's also the day I lost my sight. The last thing I saw was her looking at me crying as if she cared. She wanted me to live and I shall, but not in her image. I shall grow to be me. My name is Robyn Thatcher, or by my birth name, Kisa Raskolof, given to me by my mother , and I am a what my mother despised most.
