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Based on my life** A Lonely Heart

A Lonely Heart-In the eyes of Melany Gish.

By Xena Hall

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This is based on my life, A Lonely Heart is about how I feel and how I look at the world. But it's not all about my life, it is a girl I've made up who is like me in ways, but not. Here you go, enjoy.

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Melany Gish is my name, I am bored of my life in a small country town. It's time to move to the city, Calgary, Alberta the place where I was born 19 years old.

I brought, myself a diary and it will be for my children if I have some down the road, or to the closest person to me. My journey, my life and a future that I have no idea what's in store for me!

I am broken, inside of my heart, soul and everywhere else that I can think of.

My past haunts me daily, my memories fills my mind, making it hard to hold back the tears.

This is my life!

My mistakes!

And my dreams!

Preface

Sometimes I just want to scream, yell and hurt my own past, memories that haunt me every day, every minute I'm in pain. Emotional and physical.

My parents, have hurt me in so many ways and sadly I'm the only child now.

After losing my older brother by brain cancer, three years ago when I was sixteen.

I just sat up and walked out on my parents, when I was just done high school and turned nineteen all in the same day.

 June, 22 is my birthday, I pack up days before I left, throwing my things out of the window at night, my friend Kyan catching it and throwing it in the back of her red truck. Then I ran to her place, once my parents knew what I was up too, I left a few things behind but it was for the best.

That minute when I hit the doorbell, she stood in front of me sadness on her face.

But she knew, that no matter what I was leaving and didn't plan to look back at what I left behind in that town. I left friends behind, that's all.

My parents were the only ones that I had for family in the town.

But now, my life can start new, flesh, and new things can happen to me. Kyan wasn't coming with me, I just got on the greyhound bus and left without a tear. I wasn't going to cry, I needed to be strong for once in my life.

When I step off the bus, I was in Calgary, alone in the city. I didn't knew no one, the first step out of the building, I took a deep breath in and smiled. "This is my new life", I whispered to myself.

June, 22rd 2015

Dear... I'm still not sure who I am writing to, I should just use a name that I want to give my child if I have one down the road.. So here it goes...

Dear Jordan, it is also the name of my older brother when he died from brain cancer, he was just twenty years old. I was just sixteen, it was the hardest on me because it was also the day when I started high school. It of course, took me four years to finish schooling because of the loss of my brother.