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Post by Isabella Prewett on Oct 25, 2008 12:38:23 GMT
Bella sat on the swing at the bottom of the garden, her legs dangling like a rag doll. Her head was resting rather uncomfortably on the chains that held the swing up.
The garden was a complete tip, there were toys scattered everywhere and her flowers were overgrow, weeds were popping up all over the place and Noah had already stung himself on the nettles near the bottom by the fence.
None of the children were in at the moment. Kim had kindly taken them out for a walk round the park to give Bella a rest that she so desperately needed.
She closed her eyes and sighed heavily through her nose. She felt so drained.
Physically and emotionally.
She closed her eyes tight, trying to block out the oncoming migraine.
What was wrong? Wasn't she ever allowed to be happy?
Wasn't she ever allowed to just let go?
Bella didn't cry anymore, she just died a little more.
She thought children were meant to bring so much joy into someone's life that they would never feel unhappy again.
She was still so naive.
She had to grow up so quickly that she left a few essential life lessons behind.
Bella looked up at the gloomy sky, It was just more illustration of how she felt.
Jumping lightly off the swing she caught sight of her arms and was temporarily shocked at how skinny they had gotten. It wasn't as though she chose not to eat. She just didn't have the time, and when she did, she just wasn't hungry.
She put all her energy in making sure her children were happy.
They would always come miles before herself.
She lifted her head up, hearing someone coming round the side of her house into the garden. |
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