To the Imperfect You

here, staring up at the moon, wishing and wishing and wishing. None of her wishes ever came true. That should have been enough reason for her to give up the space, but she just couldn't. Th

m and that was how she had made a thing of co

was darker and looked more drawn, she had dark circles under her eyes and her mouth was set in a displeased sneer as she stared at the husk of what was left of her. Her eyes looked dead to her, but it simply reflected what she felt inside. She didn't even remember what she looked like happy anymore. Of course there was a time she had been. At the beginning.....when her father still lived and her mother still cared. They'd lived in a two roomed apartment, her father a contractor and her mum a stay in housewife whose priority

e glared down at him. The front door closed behind him and almost like a script, she heard the next actions play out like they always did. Her mother giggled and Kim knew Buddy would be settling down beside her. They'd be stuffing their faces with crack, laughing hysterically and drinking their lives away. Soon enough, Kim heard the telltale signs of what was coming next. The sound of their wet smooch travelled down to their room and she continued to stare

ould be slumped over the arm of the settee, naked from the waist up, her long dark hair spilling over the sides. Buddy would be lying there, pretending to be asleep, his owlish eyes scanning her mum's sleeping figure for any signs of consciousness. And when he was sure she was deep in, he would stand up and tiptoe his way into the kitchen, where he would wait for her. True enough, she heard the telltale sounds of him shuffling up and making

ky energy emanating from him. His mouth twisted into a leering smile as Kim walked in but she continued to hold her head high, her eyes cold as she

even a "hello"?". He ask