There I sat; remembering how and why it all began. Right there at the waterfall. No one knows what I do here. Better yet, no one cares except for my over protective-child beating- father. I come here every day to get away from him and to remember what happened, what was going on, and why it classifies me as a failure. It reminded me of my struggles and the fears I had of staying alive. At that time I didn't want to be alive, I wanted to be gone, perhaps being dead to the world wouldn't be all that bad. The sound of death made me feel like I could do anything. No one could control me. No one could judge me. No one could even try if I wasn't alive.
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Dirty Little Secrets
Teen FictionI'm not sure what the description of this story of mine should be, all I can say is that I can promise it will keep your interest. It will teach you and help you through hardships in life. Not everything in life is all that bad. Especially when you'...
