The Truth About Forever (going to be uploaded on embraceyourflaw's profile)

[Prologue]

If you could have one wish. Just one wish, what would it be? If I was honestly lucky enough to have one wish, it would be to stop the tape called "Life" and rewind. Go back in time and change everything. 

Relive the memories, erase the mistakes, forget the pain I caused the one I loved. But I can't. I can't because I had hurt so many people. I was the one that caused so many people to loose faith in me. Sometimes, I think back to the exact moment when it all came crashing down. It was all pretty bizarre.

But life doesn't work that way, life doesn't just snap it's fingers and give you a second chance so easily, not unless you work for it yourself. Yet, sometimes when you do, you try your best, you still don't succeed. 

Anyways, I'm Charissa Jeynes, and sorry if I sounded really hopeless romantic above. I'm nothing like that. At least not in front of my "friends". I am going to tell you about my life story, my experience, the one thing that caused me joy...

But that's going to take just a while. 

I'm the popular, oh so perfect one in the school. The one that every girls dreams to be, every guy wants to be with, and what every parent is scared their child would be. 

I'm unique. I'm gorgeous. I'm Charissa. 

Everyone knows me over here. I guess it's all thanks to my boyfriend, Seth Rogers, who's the typical, also perfect quarterback in the junior varsity football team. The whole football team is known in this town. Honestly, we're just a small town stuck in the middle of nowhere, but that's an advantage I guess. Everyone knows everyone here.

I'm not saying everyone likes everyone, they just know each other. Pretty well.

I go to Sandtanio (you guessed it, my town name) High School, it's kind of a decent school, except for the fact that people like us exist. We screw things up. For practically everyone.

The teacher hate us! And I love that. Not really, but I have to act like I do in front of my friends.

Don't get me wrong, I love my friends... most of the time. They're amazing and crazy. Very very crazy. They do shots, smoke, get high right before lessons, and believe it or not we're only 16. 

I'm not like them. I'm like the "angel" within the group. My best friend is Trisha, who I think is the craziest among all of them. I love her so much though, she's there for me through thick and thin, mostly thins but still. 

The thing is... she's here way too often when I don't need her. She's here with the materials I don't need, the cocaine,  ecstasy, heroin, crack, you name it she has it.

I'm not saying I've never tried any of those before, but I don't want to depend on these sh*t to take out my pain on. Besides, you do stupid things when you're high.

Trust me, been there, done that.

Moving on; my family. I hate them. I have two older brothers who are also the A-listers in school. Good looks just run in the family. You can't deny it.

My brothers and I are three peas in a pod, I can always manage them, but the problem are my parents. They try too hard to act as if our family life is perfect. They need to give everyone this image that we're this happy little family without any bullsh*t problems going on. 

I hate it.

Everyday, they come home fighting, and sometimes (always) when things get a little out of hand, my mum puts her rage on my brothers, by hitting them. They're buff now, so it isn't a problem anymore. 

Everything's just stressing me.

Everything seemed perfect but nothing was.

It was all an illusion for the public to see. 

Everything was the same old, same old until he came. The one that inspired me to write this story in the first place. The one that changed my life without realising it.

The one showing me there's a meaning in life.

The one who made me realise how to love and open up. The one that taught me  when I thought no one cared, he did. 

And the truth about forever?

The truth is that it doesn't exist.

Never had and never will.