Kris's blog: ""

I will never forget the day we met on the first day of school At the innocent age of 3 A room so big, so many strange faces. Sitting in a corner crying to myself, You walk right up to me with that confident, friendly smile, Grab my hand and take me away to play. You were my hero. I will never forget the first day of high school At the troublemaking age of 13 A building so big, so many strange faces. Standing in a corner by my locker, You walk right up to me with that confident, knowing smile, Grab my hand as we begin to find our classes. You were my lighthouse. I will never forget the day when my boyfriend left me at that party At the naive age of 15 A crowd so big, so many strange faces. Laying in a corner heartbroken and beaten, You walk up to me with that confident, caring smile, Grab my hand, hold me in a loving hug and tell me the Lying cheating bastard will never hurt me again. You were my guardian angel. I will never forget that day when you came to my dance audition At the competitive age of 16 An audience so big, so many strange faces. Walking to the corner of the stage, heart beating fast, hard to breathe, You walk over to me with that confident, proud smile, Grab my hand and tell me how great of a job I had done. You were my good luck charm. I will never forget the day when dad went to jail and mom stopped caring At the hard age of 17 A family so big, so many strange faces. Dieing in a corner, feeling abandoned and empty, You walked over to me with that confident motherly smile, Grabbed my hand, looked me in the eyes and told me that I am not alone, There is so much to live for. You were my savior. I will never forget the day when I heard the gun go off At the maturing age of 18 A world so big, so many strange faces. Waiting on the corner so we can spend the day together, You walk towards me with that confident, up to something smile, I hear the shot and you’re down. I run to your side, drop to my knees and cradle your head in my lap. Your blood was all around me. You grabbed my hand as tears begin to flow "Please God don’t take her away from me I need her here with me!" You looked up at me with agony in your eyes. "Smile as you remember all our times together. You have been through so much and you are still an amazing person. I love you, stay strong, I will always be here with you." "Please God! I need you, don’t go please don’t go!" "Promise not to cry." Your eyes begin to close, your confident smile fades, your breathing stops. I'm so sorry I can’t keep my promise, I can’t help but cry. You were my best friend. ©2005 Kristi Gillis

There was a young girl of 18. She was gorgeous: petite, with clear skin so pale it seemed to glow. Her gleaming black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her small face with curls and bringing out the impossible blue of her eyes. She lived her life with a smile on her face and a kindness in her heart matched only by the saints. On the outside, she was happy and positive, but she was living a lie. Inside she was battered and broken, empty and alone. Her childhood was full of abandonment and abuse. Although it had come to a stop, the effects lived on, taking over her life. She knew no way out. So day after day she did what she could and lived her life the best way she knew. She went to work and made her money so she could afford the drugs and alcohol she used to escape her pain and make it through the day. One night, while sitting at her favorite spot, she noticed a boy walking towards her. He came over and sat down on a rock next to her. She didn’t know him, but she felt so lonely she started talking to him. For hours they sat there talking; for the first time in her life, she felt comfortable enough to open up to someone. She could finally talk about how she truly felt. Not only did he listen, he showed true compassion. She finally felt like someone really cared. As the sun rose she looked up at him with a tear in her eye. "You’re the first person who has ever made me feel cared for, comfortable, happy. When can I see you again?" The boy reached over and picked a Aconite. Handing it to her, he told her that when she truly needed him he would be there. Each day, she watched the flower as its colour began to dull; each day, she began to feel more and more depressed. After weeks of waiting she decided that the boy was never coming back. That night when everyone fell asleep she grabbed a twenty-sixer and all the pills and drugs she could find and headed out to her spot. The next morning when the girl’s mother walked into her room, she found a wilted, dead flower on her bedside table. Later they found the girl curled up by a rock on the cliff, empty pill bottles scattered all around her. When they looked down at her body, there was smile on her face. Enclosed in her fist, a fresh Aconite. ©2005 Kristi Gillis

What happened to Daddy's little girl Why is she so broken, alone and cold? What happened to Daddy's little girl When Daddy left when she was half a year old? Daddy's little girl began to grow in The battlefield she called home Where she was awakened every night to a beating By a drunken man, the only daddy she’s ever known. What happened to Daddy's little girl Why is she so broken, alone and cold? What happened to Daddy's little girl When Daddy left when she was half a year old? Daddy's little girl is almost eleven And is forced to move in with Daddy # 2 Where she’s awakened every night to play touching games With the second Daddy she ever knew. What happened to Daddy's little girl Why is she so broken, alone and cold? What happened to Daddy's little girl When Daddy left when she was half a year old? Daddy’s little girl is now eighteen Living in a world that is cruel Too scared to sleep, too hurt to trust, Forever brokenhearted, A battered girl. But stay strong she must For one day Daddy may save her And Daddy's little girl she'll be ©2005 Kristi Gillis