The warmth was everlasting, the sloshy bed in her mother's womb, flashing and pumping dirty blood to her child. She didn't complain. A fighter from the beginning. Although her mother carried the girl, she didn't have her child's health in her best interest. It was mother's fault. Mother's eyes were locked on the prize. Mother relied on her prize.
Mother was sick.
The needle pulsing through her thick skin. The powder on her pale face. The pills migrating through her system. Straight to her. The unborn child was unaware of the things that lay ahead. The greatest joy of tasting ice cream on Friday afternoons. The butterflies when she looks at a crush. The sadness that grows in her each day. The yelling, crying, and laughing that life would surprise her with.
Such a happy and promising story. Unfortunately, it's not. I wish it could have been different, but you can't change the past. You can't change what you did. You can't change all the mistakes you made. It's all your fault. It's all your fault.
It
Is
All
your
Fault.
YOU ARE READING
her
General FictionThe story of an exceptional girl. Through her trials and horrors in life, she made it. Her flaws are her strengths. This story is meant to inspire others and motivate those who have been through similar issues. We all have issues. All of us. Us. can...
