Salted Wounds

~Prelude~

On the 3rd of June, 2002 I was Born in Portland Oregon. My mother always said that I was the sunshine in a room because the day I was born was the only day that month that it didn't rain in my hometown. My mother also used to say that I was the happiest baby she's ever seen. I barely cried as a baby and always laughed at everything. This happiness didn't last long though, when I was two year's old my father left to join the Marines. When I was five his whole platoon died from a suicide bombing, my father really never sent much letters to us again. My mom would receive one or two a month each claiming the same lie that he was okay and that he loved us.

It wouldn't be until I was twelve that my father would rejoin us at home. Things became rough really quick, my father became a raging alcoholic that had a low tolerance level for anything. He started taking out his anger on my Mother first, every night he would degrade her and beat her if she refused anything. Then eventually both me and my sister Audra would start to get beat. it was a cycle of events that eventually we got used to. Things would always get worse if we recommended help to him.

School has always been easy for me, it was my get away from my home and all the bullshit that would happened there. I kept to myself mostly and would read many books and explore different kinds of music. In middle school I would stay after school three out of the five days to work on school work and escape reality, staying after also helped me become a grade A student and move to the top of my class. A lot of students were jealous of me though since I was known as the smart kid.

I met my bestfriend Talia when I was in the 7th grade, we were in the lunch line when I accidently knocked into her making her spill her milk on some other kid. After that she would tease me in the hallways and call me clumsy instead of my name. We would start hanging out at lunch and sit by each other during classes. She became my best friend and we would hang out everyday after I got home. We'd mostly just watch Wizards of Waverly Place or any nickelodeon show that was on the time. She was my best friend and I couldn't have gone through many things without her. At the end of the eighth grade her older sister died, this took a great toll on her. She died of stage 4 leukemia after battling cancer since she was two years old. Talia left school the next day and that was the last day I saw her until the first day of freshmen year.

I was fourteen when I started to question my sexuality, I was watching shameless and a gay sex scene came on. I became uncomfortable, and then other things started to happen and it really confused me. The rest of the the night I couldn't stop thinking about that specific scene, it really made me question everything. Shortly after that I started paying extra attention to the guys at my school, there was this one guy named Cameron who I really thought was cute. He was also my first sexual experience, we were both alone in the locker room after gym and he came up to kiss me. We didn't do much but I fell in love with the idea of him almost instantly. Soon after this he moved to Colorado and I never saw him again.

Now I'm a senior in high school. My first day of school is tomorrow and I just want my high school experience to be over already. Who knows maybe I'll thrive and get into Stanford like I want to. I can become a mortician and spend the rest of my life cutting open dead body's while listening to my eighty's playlist on Spotify. Well, I have to go, my father is screaming for me.