The truth hurts, Dear Valentine.

"He WHAT?!" I yelled, I felt the heat raise to my cheeks making them a dark red against my pale skin. I could hear the pattern of footsteps behind me. My Uncle and Aunt stood up and tried to calm me down, I pushed them away and stormed out. I could hear them calling my name from the door step. 

I began to run away and soon their calls faded and I was left in silence. It was cold outside, but I ignored it and kept running, tears rushing down my face. I used the sleeve of my shirt to wipe them off and make room for more tears. I hated crying, but unfortunately, it is a part of life and I just have to accept it. 

I stopped running when I came to the park, people were still walking around even though the sun was going down fast. The trees had lost their leaves making them look a bit creepy. I sat down on the first bench I saw and began to cry again. My father had killed my mother, he beat her to death. She died a horrible painful death and he was sent to prison where he was put to death. Both of my parents had died and I never knew what had happened for 10 whole years. 

I pulled on my hair in frustration. I hated my Aunt and Uncle for keeping this a secret and I hated my father for hurting my mother all those years and for killing her. She didn't deserve any of it, she was an amazing person. I didn't remember what her hugs or kisses felt like or what she sounded like or even what she smelled like. I covered my face and cried into my hands. 

" Are you okay?" I heard a voice call. 

I looked up and saw a girl before me, she looked like she was around my age.  She had long golden locks that were curled and her eyes were an icy blue/gray and she was tall yet a bit chubby. I wiped my tears and looked up at her. 

"Are you alright?" She asked again, she slid her sleeves over her long skinny fingers. She sat down beside me and looked back at me. "My name is Eglantine, Eglantine Loizer. What about you? What's your name?" 

Her voice was sweet and kind, so gentle. 

I swallowed and held out my hand. "Valentine Roarke. Anyway, today is my birthday and I just found out that my mother was beaten to death by my father..." I kept quiet and so did she. 

"Oh, well, I'm sorry about that. This must be very hard for you." Her black boots clicked against the concrete sidewalk. 

I could tell that it was awkward between us. "I'm sorry if that was a bit weird-."

"No, no, it's okay. " She interrupted and shivered, she looked at the big bright moon. "Boy, the moon sure is pretty." Her eyes shined as she stared at the moon. "Uh, if it makes it less weird, I found out that my mother died giving birth to me." She clicked her boots some more against the concrete. 

I looked down then up at the moon. I felt a little better knowing that I wasn't the only person feeling this pain. 

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