I would just like to start by saying this IS NOT the end of the Matthews Baby Legacy Challenge, a lot of people liked one of the main characters of this story, however he didn’t get his time to shine, so I am writing his own story. Anyway I will pass you on to our main character…
“I sat there. In my normal seat, in the corner away from everyone else. Like always, I was alone and I didn’t mind, but something was different about today…
I could feel his eyes on me, glaring a hole right threw me. I wanted to turn around, but I just couldn’t. My name is Rachel Morgan, I’m just a normal teenager, who has had a terrible life, no one important, but once I was just like you, I had it all, till it was taken away from me…
To find out about me we need to go back to the beginning… this is Crystal May. She is also my mother… one day she was reading a book on the fountain in the local park, she said it soothed her… she was working hard to become an artist… but then she met him.
Robert Morgan, a young inspiring guitarist, he is my father. My mother told me it was love at first site…
They only dated a few months, until they both realised they lived for each other.
Soon my dad asked my mother to marry him, right there in the park where they met, of course she said yes!
The wedding was very romantic, yet not many people came, but that’s what made it so magical…
Of course there was one guest that couldn’t miss the wedding. Topaz May, my mother’s sister, my aunt. They are twins and loved each other very much…
They had lived together all of their lives so it was hard for Topaz to let go, but even after moving out, they kept very close.
A few years later and I arrived. Miss Rachel Morgan. My mother loved me more than anything in the world and called me her ‘gift from above’ Daddy was hardly ever around, he was working very hard to make money from his music, I still saw him late at nights, I loved him, but it wasn’t the same as my love for my mum.
She would make the most beautiful face when she saw me, I have her beautiful coloured hair and my father's deep brown eyes...
“I love you Rachel, always remember that!”
She taught me everything I needed to live a happy life, all without much help from Dad, but we didn’t blame him, he was trying his best…
“Good night, my gift from above.”
“Night, mummy!”
Sometimes Dad worked all night trying to make money, sometimes I could feel him come in to my room late at night and kiss me, saying ‘Sorry Kiddo.’ I loved my dad, I just wished he was around more…
I had one best friend in that house though, Cuddles my bunny rabbit, a toy bunny rabbit. But I loved that bunny… everything was perfect in my life… until May 16th 13 years ago…
“We are going to spend the night round Aunt Topaz’s house Ok Rach?”
“Yay, Top, top.” I called Aunt Topaz, Top when I was 3…
She left me behind that night, she had forgotten to bring Cuddles with us, my bunny, and I never slept without him…
“Mummy, will be back in half an hour Rach, love you!”
I cried for half an hour, I loved Aunt Topaz. But she wasn’t my mother…
A drunken teenager had been driving out of control and hit my mother’s car at a high speed…. she died instantly… I didn’t understand anything, why was everyone crying?
“Why mummy sleeping?” No one answered me.
My dad, was so upset, I still remember the horrible sound he made when he entered the room… he may not have been around, but he loved my mother more than anything, I can’t hate him for what he did…
My aunt was also broken after the accident, she blamed herself for inviting us over that night, but it wasn’t her fault her twin sister died, it was mine…
My dad picked me up, something he hadn’t done in a long time and said something in my ear I will never forget…
“I love you Rachel. Always remember that, I can never be good enough for you…”
I reached up to touch him, but he pulled away and placed me on the floor…
That was when Robert Morgan, my father, ran out of my life…
I didn’t understand! Why was my mummy and daddy gone? Was it my fault? Did I cause all of this to happen?
That was when Aunt Topaz picked me up…
“Don’t worry my little Rachel, I will always be here for you… we’ll get through it!”
I moved in with her and it was all very nice for a few years… all until 14th February 11 years ago… the eve of my birthday…
That night I dreamed of my mother, I couldn’t remember all of her beautiful features but I remembered her beautiful eyes… I wish I had her eyes… I wish I had my mum...
My aunt went to the local supermarket the next day, February 14th, to get my birthday cake… she never returned…
There was a robbery at the store and in the confusion my aunt was shot dead, a strange lady picked me up from Nursery school that day… I was in a care home until I was 9 years old…
This is my home now, fancy right? I live here with my adopted mother and her 2 children… you would think life would be good right? Wrong…
This is her, Tasmin Miller, everyone was amazed that she kept her perfect figure after giving birth to the twins… no one really knows why she adopted me, we get on, just were not CLOSE…
This is me, people said I looked cute, I didn’t think so. The only thing that was nice about me was my hair… my mother's hair...
These are the twins, Kris and Jasmine, I loved them and I think they love me, but of course they have been rich and spoilt all their lives and of course they are twins, so they like to be together a lot of the time...
“I think unicorns are cute, what do you think?”
We didn’t really have anything in common, so most of the time we talked about what THEY wanted…
The twins were allowed to do whatever they wanted, they usually played together outside in the sun… sometimes I wished I could join them, but I wasn’t allowed to anymore, not after the incident…
I would watch them hug, tell them how they loved each other….
I could just watch from my window…. No one loved me….
I used to go and play at the play park. Whenever I came to play, the other kids would leave, but I was getting used to it, I had spent most of my life alone…
But some times when I played there I felt a presence, sometimes I even heard a voice… but it never seemed to make sense…
“Why did you leave?”
I would turn around and no one was there…
I didn’t mind though, I loved talking to the presence I felt…. When it was around I felt safe, protected like I had with my mother…
“I can’t find you, where did you go?”
Sometimes I tried to respond…
“I’m right here. Who are you? Where are you?” I wouldn’t get a response…
I didn’t care after a little while, I just loved to play with this ‘boy’ I was scared of heights, but when he was around I felt I could do anything…
“Ow! Look voice, I did, it I did it!”
Then one day, he responded to me…
“Oh yeah? Watch this…”
He was amazing, so full of confidence and life, and I could see him, his face, his hair, his lovely blue eyes… but I could only see him for a moment because…
“Hey, Rachel? You here? I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the beach. Who are you-“She paused, she heard me talk to the ‘boy’ and stopped and stared…
“Who are you talking to? Nobody is here Rach...”
“Yes, he is…my angel is here…”
“Your angel? Stop it, Rachel your scaring me….”
Of course she told her mother and she was worried about me, and I wish she wasn’t…
“Listen sweetie, I’ve got a doctor here who wants to talk to you, do you want to talk to him?”
“Of course I will. But will it be quick? I need to see my angel at the play park?”
“Actually we want to talk to you about your ‘angel’” She spat the last word out, she didn’t believe me, no one did…
Over time, I began to forget about the boy, I believe I saw… I wasn’t allowed to leave my house apart from school and by the time I was 11 he was forgotten…
Once in my dreams, I heard a voice, “I need you. Wake up!”
I bolted up from my sleep, to find an empty room… but the memories of my Guardian Angel flooded back in my mind. How could I have forgotten him?
I did have one loyal friend, after all of this time, I kept hold of Cuddles, my bunny. At first I blamed him for everything, but he was all I had to remember my mother by, so I kept him.
One night, as I cuddled him, I made a wish to my mother… “Please, send my Guardian Angel to me, I don’t want to feel so alone…”
Of course the time for childish dreams is over…. I’m 16 now, I don’t exist at school, I just blend in to the background… I’ve grown up… grown up alone…
This is what I look like now, most people love my hair, some of the boys even said I have beautiful eyes… but I don’t need anyone…. Every time I get close to someone they die… my mother, my aunt, I am not letting ANYONE get close to me again, so I just fade into the background..
Tasmin hasn’t changed, she still thinks she is beautiful, and no one compares to her, she tries to get me to go out more, it’s her fault for confiding me to my room as a child, she wants me to dad some rich kid so our families can combine, sometimes I wonder if that is why she adopted me…
I have to admit, Kris has grown in to a handsome young man, we are still really close, we play game consoles when were at home, but when I am at school, I’m nothing…
And I don’t blame him, he’s the guy every girl wants to date, and he sure has a way with the girls…
He treats them right of course, he was raised the right way, I asked him why he doesn’t just keep one girlfriend, he tells me he’s looking for ‘the right girl’ I doubt he will ever find her, love stories DON’T COME TRUE, they just end in DEATH!
My sister is absolutely stunning! Every boy wants her and all the girls want to know her… she and I are also really close at home, sometimes we go off to watch a film, but at school sometimes she insults me, people don’t believe we are related, and that’s what I want. I’m not related to her, I’m not related to ANYONE!
Most of the time, I just lock myself in my room and read, this time I read a fantasy…
“So they kiss, get married and have kids. IT DOESN’T HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE! REAL LIFE IS HORRID!”
Some nights I go to the beach and watch the tide go in and out, in and out. It’s so peaceful. I wish my life was peaceful…
And so that’s it. That’s my life… I know how your feeling.. Your feeling sorry for me right? Well don’t it’s made me stronger, it’s who I am, so I don’t care, I’ve never been scared of anything in my life since I was a child… but today was different…
I could feel his eyes on me, glaring a hole right threw me. I wanted to turn around, but I just couldn’t. My name is Rachel Morgan, I’m just a normal teenager, who has had a terrible life, no one important, but once I was just like you, I had it all, till it was taken away from me…
So that’s it! I know Taylor didn’t say much in this story, but it was just an Intro, a long one, but an intro. I hope this shows everyone I can write a totally different style of story and I hope you are interested. I am NOT giving up on the baby challenge… I just wanted to try something different… please go to http://playerrac2.livejournal.com/ to leave comments and please REC if you’re interested…
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