Short Story : ' Baby Mine ' By Bette Midler

“Growing up on a farm could be a bad or good thing, but i loved it here.” My family moved here when i three years old. My father found a farmhouse, the only one around that my family could afford. It was an old, beat up, and it was barely still standing. Something was strange about the old barn. Dad would never let us go in there. What was wrong with the barn?” “Jackson,” my mom was yelling for me from downstairs. She was 8 months pregnant, so she never risked coming upstairs without any help. I immediately ran out of my room and went downstairs. There I saw a man holding a bloody axe over my mom. She didn’t seem to have any blood on her, so where could the blood have come from? Then there was a faint yell coming from outside in the barn. It

She sat in the chair, taking her hands through her hair, stressed about her new book coming but has had no desire to continue. She looks at the last chapter written days ago thinking of ways to continue the story. She starts writing but continually marks out and starts again. She groans in frustration, laying her head down on the cool glass table. While being in her own world, she hears a quiet tapping coming from her door, assuming it’s the maid she politely tells them that she’s good. The tapping continues and she gets up heading towards the door; opening the door she sees no one, looking leaving the room and waking down the hallway looking around seeing nothing. As she heads back into the room, she sees the papers for her new book all spread out on the table. Knowing someone wasn’t in her room at the time, she makes herself think it’s the nearby draft from the window beside

I could not see her for she was wrapped in an old green rag. My heart pounded as I looked at her, tears leaving my eyes quicker than warmth in winter. I quickly went inside and bounded up the stairs to my room. I was shocked to see my bed completely bare, all essence of her gone, light shining through the windows of the bright, sunny day as if my world hadn’t just turned completely upside down. I don’t know how long I sat on the edge of my bed with a blank mind, unmoving. Finally when the skies were a mix of purple and orange, I heard a knock at my door. I honestly don’t remember what my parents said, because I had lost all energy and willingness to

“My mother stood in the shadows of our kitchen, but she didn’t look at me and she didn’t say a word. Uncle took me tightly by the wrist. As he led me from the house, my mother reached out her hand towards me and clawed the air as though trying to pull me back. Then she picked up my little brother and hid behind the door, but I saw her face wither with pain and, in that moment, fear gripped my heart.” (Chapter 1, Page 5 and

Throughout my life, I’ve gone through everything that could possibly put me in emotional distress. I’ve been down a broken road with my father, the man I love so much I’ll make every excuse for whenever he disappoints me. I’ve encountered life where it’s not so enjoyable due to unacceptance and never ending judgment by my biggest critic, my mother, the woman whom I should feel most secure with. However despite the emotional mounds of pain these matters carry, I was able to lift the suffocating weight long enough to realize everything that burdened me, made me strong enough to have the will power to be independent and make life changing decisions on my own. At three years old, I met my biological father in a local supermarket’s parking lot; I remember vividly, the exact moment when this stranger held me in his broad, strong arms. I recall screaming at an immense volume not even laying eyes on him. All I had been focused on was finding my mother, the woman who played both parental roles in my life. This clearly justified the great state of confusion I was in in his presence since I wasn’t at all aware I even had a father. As I grew older, the visits to my father’s house became the norm and having begun developed a “best friend” type of relationship with him, I found myself crying more and more when I had to go back to my mom’s settlement. I never wanted to leave; my life became filled with happiness, filled with a father’s love I had never felt

For the first 4 years of my life, I lived in that trailer with my mother and father in Lawrenceburg, KY. On March 2, 2000 my little sister was born. My father worked at an electric company doing electrical engineering work while my mother stayed home with me, and then 22 months after my birth, with my sister Haley. My mother didn’t pay much attention to us even though she was a stay-at-home mom, so I wasn’t talked to often. I learned a lot of my words from the television I was always placed in front of. I was left alone a lot, which translated to my liking to be alone still today. I was no very close to my mother because though she was there, she didn’t engage with me. Once I was 3, I started

As I lay in bed, I kept thinking about the days where I would go visit her in the nursing home, only to open the door to her singing gospel songs with her wide grin filled with missing teeth or the times when we would stroll through the neighborhood on a hot day to find our special spot, where the shade protected us from the scorching hot sun and the wind blew slightly to cool down our burning cheeks. I finally looked out the window to see darkness, and like how the sun rises and falls so did her emotions and memories.

I couldn’t believe those moments were all gone. Everyone sat in silence, hours dragged on and on. My mother tapped me on the shoulder and I came out of my daze. It was time to go, so I slowly got up and followed my family out the doors of the building. I didn’t realize where we were going until I saw the brick house on the corner of the street looking a little oddly in the dumps. We all walked in and I again smelt the lavender scent and the peaceful way everything sat. My mother and father walked around the house in small, leisurely steps. I didn’t understand why we were all here until my dad came out of my grandmother’s room and walked towards me hesitantly. He leaned down and handed me a tiny, compacted book with tattered pink

I groggily awoke to my mom's voice and smiled. We were pretty similar in resemblance, meaning we both had brown hair and brown eyes, but hers had a way of lighting up a room, a way of turning any day into the best. I loved my mom, she was the only family I had besides my brother, Johnny. My dad died a couple years ago, a man had shot him who then shot himself. I was glad that man died, my father deserved a great life and it was ruined by that bastard.

Growing up I’ve never really had a huge impact in my life. My family was always getting along, the bills were always getting paid, and I was getting the right education. Going through life I never really expected any significant changes because every day for me would just be the same. On weekdays I’d go to school and come home do homework then just play video games or watch television. On Sundays, I’d always go to my great grandfather’s house in Lindsay. My dad’s side of the family is really loving and close. We make sure everyone’s feeling well and isn’t having any hardship. If someone would get sick we would visit them almost every day. For example, my father was very ill with pneumonia and stayed at the hospital for almost a week. Some of

While she was in the shed, she experienced emotions she has never experienced to that extreme before; being alone and afraid. She thought her dad would never let her come home again! Not knowing what to do, she stayed in the shed shaking in fear and sadness. As the minutes went by they started feeling like hours, and she decided she needed to leave. Than, she decided she would run away to the Wendy’s across the street. Her mom works at Wendy’s and she will be safe there. She thought to herself, that all she had to do crossed the main road, go to Wendy’s and everything will be fixed. All she wanted was some fries to make everything better, even though she has no money to pay for the fries. She knew she couldn’t stay in the shed forever, nor did she want to. So, she decided to run to her fence to get ready to run away. Looking out onto the road she got too frightened and decided to go back into the

My mamaw died in 2002, I remember everything about her, from her hair to her black kitten heels. She was such a pretty woman and I wanted to look exactly like her one day. I like to think I do look like her in my face. She had beautiful features, brown eyes, full lips, high cheek bones, and dark hair…well, while she had hair. I on the other hand am fair skinned, a blue eyed blonde, high cheek bones, and full lips. When I would get lonely all I’d have to do for company was walk up the hill to mamaw’s house. She was always happy to see me, she would always put her dark makeup on me and curl my hair. She loved to dress me up and tell me how pretty I was. As an only child, she was my company, my best friend. In 2001 the cigarettes took effect, they had taken over her body and made her sick. One day I was about to go up to her house when mom stopped me and said, “Mamaw is sick baby, she can’t do what she used to. Don’t stare when you go up there today.” I walked up to mamaw’s house. I walked in and saw her, she was bald and crying. She had just shaved her head. She saw me out of the corner of her eye, “Hey baby, like mamaw’s new style?” She tried to hide her disappointment. Crawling up in her lap I grabbed her hand, I knew she was sick, I was little but I knew. “I wanted to shave my head before the can- I mean my sickness took it.” We just watched TV that day, I felt like I just stared blankly at the TV. The cartoons couldn’t

She had said "They're coming for me," and what did I do? I left her, helpless Laura, who was now dead. My parents told me her death was gruesome, but didn't go into details. I didn’t want to know anyway.

The realization that my father, best friend, and mentor had lived his last day became more real. The worst part was the guilt that ate at me from the inside. I was the one that killed my father. As I returned to school, I got pity stares during passing periods, vague exchanges of “I am sorry for you loss” from my peers, and worst of all was whispers from my classmates that I was the one that was driving when the car flipped. When I returned home things were not much better, because my return meant that my mother had to pick herself up and act strong for me. I knew it was an act, and she wanted nothing more than for my father to walk through the front door with our pizza which we ate every Wednesday and his vibrant attitude that followed his entrance. As the days passed, I became a recluse. I became depressed. I never wanted to leave the house because that meant that I had to dress in something other than my father’s old raggedy Hard Rock shirt and I would have to face the rumors and sympathy from all that I encountered. My father’s death impacted more than just me and my mother. His friends no longer had someone to hunt or joke with, and his coworkers no longer had someone to confide in. My father’s attitude was contagious and inspiring to all he

She chuckled, “Not yet sweetie” She brushed the hair off my hairs and tucked it behind my ears, in that way that only she can do, “When I manage to raise any homeless giant bodybuilder gladiator weirdos I’ll let you know, okay? Now get dressed, you're gonna miss the bus.” I basically have the best mom in the world. I did as she said and threw on an old athletic T-shirt with ninjas on it and some jeans and sat on the edge of my bed to put my socks and shoes on. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something through my window, It looked like a miniature pelican, it flew straight through my open window and landed inside of my shoe. “What the-” I opened it reluctantly as if waiting for any bloodthirsty giants to pop out. I opened it and there were to words on the paper in red ink almost as if someone had wrote the message in red paint with a wide paintbrush. The message read “HELP ME”. I immediately thought to text Robyn about it. “Look at this weird letter I got.” I texted her. I waited a minute or two. No reply. I decided she was probably already at school waiting for me. I turned to the doorway and swore I saw a shadow jump out of the