Believe Me; I'm Fine...Maybe [ON HOLD]

Prologue

     Ten years and I'm still in shock. They're gone, and for some reason that I have no way of explaining, I'm still here. Every day I walk to and from that same boring school in this same boring town in South Dakota that is so tiny it's suffocating. I'm forced to live in this house where I call them "Mom and Dad," even though we all know it isn't true. I'm adopted. An orphan. There's no changing it. No going back. Back to when I was an innocent little six year old who never knew that anything bad could ever happen to her. Back to when I was actually happy. Now just the thought of that little insignificant, imaginary state of mind makes me scoff. Happiness. It always was too good to be true. 

     Have you ever heard "good things happen to good people?" I've completely lost all faith in that. My parents were taken from me when I was six. I wish I had gone with them. But instead I got left in this living hell. Basically, I was left to fend for myself with only my grandmother who could hardly even remember my name from day to day. She died shortly after. 

     My adopted parents have never been anything but kind and supportive. This still never takes away the never-ending wish that I had just died along with my parents, instead of dealing with all this pain. 

     There's something about me I think you should know: I shouldn't be alive right now.