Gone

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This is the story of a girl,
She lost herself a couple times along the way,
But nobody can say,
She isn't what she is today.
~Shred Starkey

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Chapter 1

Half of My Heart

It takes a strong person to do the right thing and have the faith to know with all their heart it wasn't wrong. That it wasn't the exact opposite of what they were supposed to do. It's will power and faith.
It took a strong person to cradle his brothers daughter and promise her the fullest life he couldn't give her.
Good thing he was a strong person. He was the strongest person to ever walk the Earth.
No one alive could see that except for the sleeping baby in his arms, and it even took her years and years and nearly a life time to see that.
"Sleep pretty darling do not cry, and I will sing a lullabye." He is whispering the words to her, the sweet comforting words that everyone needs.
Too bad he'd never gotten those words. Too bad no one had known those words when he'd needed them most. Maybe that's why he was the way he was.
So he lays the little girl down, right in the middle of the pillow's he's rimmed his bed with, and lays next to her to make sure she wont roll off the bed.
That would be a disaster.
One to top the charts.
So all night he thinks of the right thing to say, the right thing to tell a two year old girl. He prays that something just might come to him. And all night he watches her toss and turn and twitch in her unholy nightmarish sleep.
He wonders what the future could do to this beautiful baby girl, what the future might hold in store for a girl that doesn't belong in her fathers arms.
He wonders if she will ever have the chance to see her father, have the privalage to love her father like he'd never had the privalage of doing.
But slowly he lets the thoughts seep to the back of his mind, and prays.
Father, please bless her. Please give here everything she will ever want to get through life. Give her what she knows in her heart she will need. Lord I love her so.
And he falls asleep, falls asleep knowing she is safe and warm and in good hands.
Strong, caring, loving hands.

The morning holds something completely different though.
She is laughing and giggling and bouncing on the bed when he wakes up.
"Jeez, Crocodile." He laughs. "Aren't you hungry?"
And the little girl sits stock still in her place, nodding her head feverantly and clapping her hands.
So he scoops her up in his strong and somewhat hairy arms and swiftly dances her into the kitchen where she laughs and plays with the radio that has been removed from atop the refridgerator.
She pauses on a techno station, she pauses on a metal station, she pauses on a christian gospel station, and lands herself in the middle of rock and roll.
And he is proud of her.
"Crocodile, this is the food of the soul." He tells her, feeding her a bowl of Rice Crispies and cut up strawberries.
She is smiling and watching the radio contently, laughing when something she hasn't heard before happens.
And the unexpected happens. The batteries die as the soul food changes pace. It dies as The Beatles sing a ballad she will fill her soul with in the coming years.
Speaking words of wisdom, Let It Be...

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