One Chance

Chapter One

One Chance- Chapter one

Sabrina Riley Parker (Bri)

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         I’m not the most perfect person, I have lied, I have cheated, I have fought, I have cursed, and have killed. My life hasn’t even been that great either, because I have two other siblings. One is younger than me, and the other is older than me. That makes me the middle child, so basically I get blamed for everything they do. If it's them breaking something, or getting something that they aren't supposed to have, I'm the one who gets spanked, the one who gets lectures, the one who feels the pain, they don't.

I have to live with it if I want to survive this cruel world. My family has a very long history of murders, so it isn't fair of me to say I'm perfect, and like I said, I’m not the most perfect child either. I have done things I never meant to do. Like I have, let’s just say, killed someone. Technically it wasn’t me, I was just the one who witnessed it but I didn't do anything about it, and the one blamed for it.

Basically, what happened was that one of my best friends had a handgun. She had found it in a safe in her parent’s closet, which she apparently knew the code to. Well, she decided to go ahead and open it. She had planned to use the handgun on one of her bullies, she just wanted to scare them, not shoot them, but the stupid handgun went off.

She told me that she didn’t know it was loaded, but I don’t believe that. The way her face was when the gun went off, like it was filled with satisfaction as the bullet went through the guys’ heart. It was right in the middle, straight through; the guy had absolutely no chance at surviving it.

She told the police that I was the one who shot him, and with no one to say otherwise, they believed her. I guess acting is one of her perks.

I was planning to tell someone, like the police, or just anyone that I didn’t do it, but she threatened me, saying she would expose my families’ biggest, deepest secrets. As a good family member, and friend, I had to take the blame for her, yeah I was punished the same way she would’ve been, probably ten times worse, but  dont worry about me, besides I'm used to it and I couldn't help it. She might have been a horrible person, but she helped me through a lot.

They arrested me later that day, sent me straight to Jail and called my "mother”.

“What were you thinking?”

“Are you trying to make us homeless?”

“Are you really that stupid?”

“You’re a disgrace to the family”

“Horrible, Devil child”

You know what happens after this...

Those are the only things I heard from my “mother” after she bailed me out of jail. We got home, and the first thing my “mother” did was grab the nearest thing to her, and hit me with it. Yeah, I know it’s cruel but it’s getting me ready for ‘future causes’. At least that's what she says.

My “mother” basically beats me with anything, she’ll grab the chancla (sandal), the cinto(belt), the hanger, the phone, the remote, the blinds pole, anything she can find, and hits me, or throws it at me, but that’s normal. After a while, I stopped feeling the physical pain. I can’t feel anything on my back when she hits me, it’s like as if my whole body goes numb when she’s about to swing. It probably is the best thing that ever happened to me.

Anyways, you may wonder what big secret she wants to reveal, but I don’t think this secret would affect me as much as I had thought; it would mostly affect my family. Honestly, I really don’t care if it affects me, but this secret affects my family, too.

Sometimes, I just wish I could die, but I can’t. There’s something inside me that tells me I have a purpose, that I have something important in my life. Even If I have anger problems, well, it’s more like mental issues. I just snap from one mood to another, they say I’m bipolar. I'm not though. I'm perfectly fine. I just do it to scare people.

But that isn't the secret I’m actually worried about, when I was seven something big happen to me. It was very shocking and I could still remember it like as if it was yesterday.

You know how I said my family has a long history of murders? No? Well I'm telling you now.

Since the day I was born my parents have tried so hard to “protect me.” They have assassinated many people who tried to kill me, or so they say.
I tried to kill myself, but I just couldn’t do it.

Many people lost their live because of me, I couldn't do it, because I didn’t want to be like them. Killing an innocent person for no reason. Yeah, they might be innocent for trying to kill me, but could they just send them to jail or something?  NO, THEY COULDN'T! Which I think is really low.

After my “mother” finished beating me, I went up to my room. I was tired after all the things that happened today, I decided to sleep it off, and hope that tomorrow is better. I doubt it will be but it didn't hurt to hope...right?
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        Haii, how are you?

        Well this is a story that one of mine & Sarah's friend is writing, me and Sarah decided to help by editing it, & posting it on here since she can't.

        Well I hope you like it so far, there's more to come, & we are still currently working on it, so yeah, I hope you guys have a nice day x)

         -Briana & Sarah