A Shy Girl & A Wild Horse

Prologue~

A Shy Girl & A Wild Horse

Prologue~

Some things are meant to be, others not so much. Sometimes you get to choose where you go, or who you are, or what you want to be, or what you want to do.

But then sometimes life doesn't let that happen.

I didn't want to be bullied, but I guess I didn't get what I wanted.

I didn't want to be made fun of because I wasn't the prettiest girl in the school.

I didn't want to be alone with no friends.

I don't want to wake up in the morning afraid of what's outside the door.

I don't want to cry myself to sleep every single night of my life.

But by saying all of these things, I am saying I don't want to be me.

People all the time are telling me, be yourself.

But do you really want to be yourself when you getting abused at school?

Do you want to be yourself when you know that no one is there for you?

Would you want to step out of your body and into a new one to start over?

And if you saw that happening to someone else would you help them? Or would you be a bystander, daring not to be seen with them to ruin your popularity?

I never asked to be bullied.

I never asked to loose my mother to a car reck.

I never asked to be beaten to the point where I can't move. And if I told anyone the person would threaten to kill me.

I never asked to be called all of the horrible things people call me.

I never asked for any of these things.

But then I guess, life wanted me to have them.

My mother always told me to look on the bright side of things.

But if you look at my life, is there a bright side to things?

My father never really cared about me.

That's why he left.

My parents didn't expect me, and my father grew mad and divorced my mother and left.

That's what I am, a mistake.

But I have seen the darkest night and still lived through it.

But my heart has been hardened so much that I have come to the point where I don't feel anything anymore.

When I walk into the classroom and all the girl and some of the boys start calling me names I don't hear them, I just hear the voice inside my head, 'you're a mistake'.

"Hey loser!"

"Look at her face! It's so ugly!"

"I don't see how she can live with herself!"

"She is such a jerk!"

"She just wants to be poplar like me." The girls would hiss.

They said that I don't have a heart.

And I agree with them, because it's been shattered beyond repair.

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