Memory's of the past.

I was six when it happened. The day the soldier came to tell us the bad news. My father. My best friend. Had died.

We went to his grave a day after his funeral and put a flower by the cross. Before we went home I sat in front of the grave and cried. And cried. And cried. He promised me he was coming home. Well. I guess he didn't really break that promise... Right? I sobbed. Letting the tears ride down my face onto the grave of my father. When we got home I sobbed. It was just me and my mother now. Nothing could go wrong here right? No. Things got worse.

4 years after the death of my greatly beloved father. My mother passed away. She died of a really bad tumour growing in her brain. They tried to fix her but couldn't the tumour was already to big. So. She passed. And i was put into a foster home. Before she died though. She gave me a weird amulet. It was a cloud with a rainbow lightning bolt erupting from it.I was curious about it but never got to ask.

I. Never said. Goodbye. Never. I never said anything. I was a silent kid and I didn't talk much even around my parents. So I never said I love you. Or goodbye. Like I should have. Now look. I'm being put up for adoption.

I just hit my 19 birthday. The day I finally decided or try and find that amulet. I looked upstairs, in my room, in the other room, in the attic, everywhere. Everywhere but one place. The basement. I shivered at the thought of going into my basement. Did I mention I hate basements? Anyways. I made it down stairs and looked around before finally finding it on a dusty shelve.