The Necklace..

[Amanda - Angel]

*~Another Story I have written, yet havent had the chance to add more to it. But hopefully if any of you enjoy it maybe I will write more to it. Lemme know what you think~*

Chapter one:When it all started

   Never did I expect this, nor did I plan it. It was years before I could finally find the time to write all of this, sorta ironic I suppose. Writing this, in hopes of showing people the reality that was in stored in my past. I never expected to have this chance, with the danger and the sacrifice that I and many others have shown. I guess the best is to start spilling it, huh? Yet to decide where to begin. The best time or rather date, I suppose would be of October, October 1990. The year when terror, and realization struck me.
          Being only three at the time, my life, I thought, was at its worst. My parents were having a divorce, finding myself between fighting, drugs, and illegal bickering. My last memory I had of my father was when I was standing outside the courtroom. Looking at all of the old pictures of the Alaskan shore near knik bay. The Judge seemed to have a hobby of black and white photography. His room smelling like peppermint pipe tabbacco, just like my grandfather. The room jazzed in old red and black leather furniture, the room covered in wood paneling from floor to ceiling. It was rathering comfortable dispite the circumstances. As my father and mother including the judge argued and talked outside the room, I found my self confused, looking at my tenny shoes. Looking at the white laces that I was so proudly found of, along with my white and yellow sun dress that was covered in chocolate stains, though ruined, I wouldnt let my mother throw it away. It was then through the muffled voices I heard my name called. Not from out the door, but from the large bulky desk the man had. My dark little brown eyes looked up, unable to see over the massive table top. Feeling a presence stand up from behind it, I froze in fear. As a child, I was always cautious of my surroundings. I looked up, and starring back at me, was a man with dark brown hair, his skinning boney body moveing around the table picking me up. Remembering his words to the day is remarkable. “Don’t worry my baby girl” he whispers, brushing his hands through my soft brown hair. I never meet this man before, yet as my parents stood out side, bickering away, this man soothed me. Telling me everything would be alright, as the fighting outside in the hall went silent. It was as if he read my very thoughts, though I didnt say a word. All I wanted was the fighting to stop, and as I stood there, listening to the silence outside, I found my tears dried off my cheek He set me on my feet, in a soft kind laughter. Touching my cheek with his ring finger,yet before he went, he digged through his shirt pocket grabbing a necklace.I first I didnt think much of it, placing the metallic object in my hand, the necklace was beautiful. Seeing my blank expression, he smiled, I assume now, from seeing I had stopped crying. Before I had a chance to hug him or say a word he vanished just as the door opened. Finding myself, standing in the middle of the judges room, holding a large necklace. Growing up, I would have dreams of this man, wondering who he was and how he knew me. Often times I wished he would come back, and make things better again. I guess now as a teen, I pray even more that he does.