Dear Hanna
I Wish You Could See The Good From The Bad
Chapter 11
HANNA'S POV
"Ireland, me and your daddy had such a special bond, then my cancer. So then in that six months we did all me could. I then I had him take me home. I was suppose to die the next day. I didn't. They looked and my cancer was gone." I spoke.
"Why didn't you call him?" She asked.
"Because I was feeling mixed emotions, and he would think my whole cancer was a lie. He wouldn't believe me. So I ran away. Didn't even tell my mom or my siblings that I was in fact alive. For about seven years i was in the us living in a apartment. I wouldn't talk to anyone. I was tired of being lonely so I came back to Ireland a year ago. I changed my name and hair color back to blonde. I thought I should go and see you and maybe fall back in love with your father. Then I saw the magazines, that Niall had been in love with another girl, my sister Dani. I wanted to kill her. But I was to kind for something like that. So I saw him in the park, and talked to him. Acted like a normal person. Thought he might recognize my eyes or my voice. It was all lost. Maybe I didn't mean anything to him after all." I said.
"I can't believe Dani is your sister." She said, "dad doesn't care about me either."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Because he pushed me into the wall and hit me, like I was a ragedoll." She said letting out tiny tears.
"Is this why you ran away?" I asked, she nodded.
"My poor baby." I said, pulling her head into my chest.
Her warm tears covered me.
"He doesn't love me." She cried out.
"But know that I do." I said.
I took her hand into mine as I lead her down past the park. We walked down a sidewalk as she told me about her past eight years. Then I lead her up to a small home. She ran up and touched the door frame in awe. She hugged me as I smiled down on her. I opened the door and led her in to the house. I gave her a tour showing her each room. I had a extra one that she said would be perfect for her.
IRELAND'S POV
The room was perfect. It was small and delicate like me. The rest of the house was also nice and comforting. I jumped on the bed feeling fresh washed sheets. Mom came in and asked me how I liked it. "More than you think." I replied. She went downstairs to fix dinner while I enjoyed my new bed. I worried about daddy. I worried about him so much. I didn't want him to hurt himself or Dani.
HANNA'S POV
"Ireland, me and your daddy had such a special bond, then my cancer. So then in that six months we did all me could. I then I had him take me home. I was suppose to die the next day. I didn't. They looked and my cancer was gone." I spoke.
"Why didn't you call him?" She asked.
"Because I was feeling mixed emotions, and he would think my whole cancer was a lie. He wouldn't believe me. So I ran away. Didn't even tell my mom or my siblings that I was in fact alive. For about seven years i was in the us living in a apartment. I wouldn't talk to anyone. I was tired of being lonely so I came back to Ireland a year ago. I changed my name and hair color back to blonde. I thought I should go and see you and maybe fall back in love with your father. Then I saw the magazines, that Niall had been in love with another girl, my sister Dani. I wanted to kill her. But I was to kind for something like that. So I saw him in the park, and talked to him. Acted like a normal person. Thought he might recognize my eyes or my voice. It was all lost. Maybe I didn't mean anything to him after all." I said.
"I can't believe Dani is your sister." She said, "dad doesn't care about me either."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Because he pushed me into the wall and hit me, like I was a ragedoll." She said letting out tiny tears.
"Is this why you ran away?" I asked, she nodded.
"My poor baby." I said, pulling her head into my chest.
Her warm tears covered me.
"He doesn't love me." She cried out.
"But know that I do." I said.
I took her hand into mine as I lead her down past the park. We walked down a sidewalk as she told me about her past eight years. Then I lead her up to a small home. She ran up and touched the door frame in awe. She hugged me as I smiled down on her. I opened the door and led her in to the house. I gave her a tour showing her each room. I had a extra one that she said would be perfect for her.
IRELAND'S POV
The room was perfect. It was small and delicate like me. The rest of the house was also nice and comforting. I jumped on the bed feeling fresh washed sheets. Mom came in and asked me how I liked it. "More than you think." I replied. She went downstairs to fix dinner while I enjoyed my new bed. I worried about daddy. I worried about him so much. I didn't want him to hurt himself or Dani.
FLIPPING UPDATE!
8/20/14