"Okay? Okay! I'm leaving!" Shouted my Dad who then slammed the door, looking very frustrated and went straight for one of our black colored car.
I was only 5 and did not understand anything. What is happening? I thought. That was when I saw my mum, her face bruised and crying on the floor right outside her bedroom. I rushed to her, hugging her as tight as I can. Where is dad going? Why is mum crying? Why is her face bruised? I had thousands of questions in my mind, but seeing my mum in this horrible condition, I decided to save it.
Years passed and Dad hasn't return. I am now 7 years old and I am starting to understand the matter. I know why Dad left, why Mum was crying, why her face was bruised. Although I didn't understand the matter that deep, I knew the answers to my questions. It was this terrible thing called divorce. I used to cry every single night, all curled up into a ball, missing my one and only Mum as she was barely home anymore. She arrived home late at night, or even 3 in the morning, and will only get around 2 to 3 hours of sleep and off she goes to work. To earn money, to provide for our family. Resulting in me barely being able to see her. What's worse is that in school, I was constantly bullied and teased by these two boys called Max and Jack. I never told anyone about it either, because deep down, I don't want them to be in trouble, and I'm also scared that they will bully me even more. But I had friends who are called Brittany, Claire and Catherine. They were all friendly and fun to be with.
In 4th grade, 9 years old, things start to fall apart for me, especially in school. I did a terrible mistake and began to lose friends. In grade 5, things are even worse. There was a girl called Jessica who separated my one and only best friend, Marina, from me. Marina wanted to be with me, be my friend again, but Jessica being herself, didn't allow her to. I started to go along with a girl called Alyssa. She had no friends as she constantly steals, and people refers to her as annoying and a tattletale. But I had no one else to play with, as I don't really go along with the other girls in the grade.
I'm now 11 years old, writing this Story. Marina and I are best friends again, and I am elated. I made new friends, and there is this one boy whose name is Jordan. He's a person full of humor and craziness. But hey, I'm crazy too! - in a good way. Michael is also a great friend, his best friend is Jake. Who is actually my boyfriend. Jake is amazing and very sweet. We would joke around together and have pointless, stupid arguments that I enjoy. I really do trust him, he means a lot to me, and I hope he knows that. Jake is probably the best you could ever ask for.
I might be the one who laughs a lot, the one that seems free, the one that seems like she has nothing to think about because her life is amazing. But no, I'm not that person. I may never be that person, ever. No one has ever known me that close to know the real me. To know my life, my fears, my problems and my mistakes. To know the inner, real me. I'm afraid I will never let anyone be that close to me, because I know that If someone do, they will judge me. The only person that knows everything, is me. just me, myself. I'm not that close to any of my family member, i'm just a wreck. I'm starting to be suicidal, and to cut. I've never really feel loved or cared about. My Mum, Marina, Jordan and Jake are the reason I live. If they're gone, please, go and take my life too. I will be nothing, I will not be here without them.
Note: This is not the full story, i'm just trying to keep it simple.
