Let Her Cry (Sam Winchester)

NOT APART OF THE STORY JUST MY OWN LITTLE EXCERPT THING!!!

Before I start writing this excerpt thing, I'd just like to thank you all. This excerpt thing is completely irrelevant to our story line and it's just a bunch of stuff I need to get off my chest. Feel free to comment and vote!!!! -Ali :*

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My heart hurts. Not the type of hurt when your heart clenches and it fells like a heart attack, heavens no nothing like that. My heart hurts in a different sense. The type of hurt that you felt every morning when you realize you are truly alone. You finally face the inevitable and realize you are all alone and can't get by that.

Let me explain my story and maybe it will make sense. My names Alissa. An extremely generic name for an extremely generic person I suppose. On this wondrous app Wattpad, I'm known as Ali; author of I Promise. My life is great in an outsiders prospective; I'm not poor or extremely wealthy, I'm a 97 average student, I'm a athletic teenager that is extremely lazy at the same time. Like I said Alissa is a generic name for a generic person, and I am generic.

I have a fiery passion for soccer and to become a surgeon. My high hopes that most likely won't happen and I will be stuck in my small town working as a waitress. I have secrets most don't know. My mother and father aren't together and I hate my father with a roaring, pure hatred that most never feel for their father. The boy I long for is head over heels in love with another girl. And I, I push away people with my ungracious attitude.

I have woken up and faced reality. In life you never actually have anyone. Granted you will be told someone will always love you, but they lied. I have built my wall high, too high for others to bother spending time trying to break down my wall, and due to this I'm hated by most and loved by few. I've been through things most wouldn't have been through. My father, will contact me every 6 months sometimes longer to speak to me about my younger sister, who I can not hate for winning my fathers heart. My fathers side of the family belittles me and I'm not upset.

I'm not alone just because of my father, I'm alone because the people who love me most are hanging on by a thin thread that can snap in a matter of moments.

My advice to those that actually read this; don't expect a lot from people, because you won't receive much. When choosing who to love remember those that love YOU first then work on those that love others second. What I'm saying is that become your own person for yourself because in the end it will only be you.