My mother was a very wise person. She taught me a lot. She always told me a saying that came from my grandmother before she passed;
'My wisdom comes from my experience. My passion comes from pain. My confidence comes from my insecurities. My weakness makes me only stronger. My strength is only a illusion. My calmness only causes a storm. My innocence is not ignorance. My bravery is not foolish. So that means my past doesn't define me.'
You do have to admit the last line basically describes my life. To much has happened in my past to define me. So when we have to make a slid show about our life in English writing a little paragraph from how we would talk in that year wasn't so easy. I started out every year writing an easy little paragraph about my friends or family until it went too last year. That year was probably the hardest year of my life.
It was 12 at night on a Saturday night. The presentation wasn't due until next Friday, but I was going to get it out of my head faster. I had my hair half up into a bun while the other half was down. I kept hitting the side of my laptop that had stickers on the bottom. There wasn't anyway I could describe what happened in that year without telling them everything. I heard my phone go off from a buzz.
"Hello?" I said as I started into the screen.
"Hey! Royal-" I could tell it wasn't
"I'm Victoria. Remember that whole deal auntie Anna?" I said to her giving her a little laugh at the end.
"Sorry I always seem to forget that." She said as she laughed to herself.
"Yeah, gotta remember that our else I'm gonna have to move somewhere else. No one is figuring out what happened." I said to her.
"Anyways I have to stay a little late at the hospital. They just had a bunch of people come in that where on there death beds, and if they didn't get medical attention they would die." She said to me in a serious voice.
"Okay, that fine." I said to her. We said our goodbyes as I continue to work on the presentation.
Sometimes I walk proud, sometimes I'm humble. Sometimes I'm really nice other times I'm trouble. Sometimes I stand strong and sometimes I tumble.
"That's good enough for now." I said to my self as I saved the power point and went onto my pictures. I looked at the pictures from my life. Starting from when I was toddler to now. There were pictures me dancing around in my old house with one of the little speakers that had a microphone connected to the end so you could sing, I always sang songs that my dad use to listen too. It was mostly No Doubt, the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Led Zeppelin and Van Halen but I still sang it all.
Then it would go to every Halloween when I dressed up as something different and weirder every year. I just laughed at it all, I could tell you exactly where I was just from the background of the picture.
Then came pictures of me getting my first street legal car. I could tell you everything that happened that day. That was day everything went into a sink hole, so then you would never want to think about what happened.
Then came the picture of the crash. Two semi trucks, one on the side and one on the other side smashed the car, freeway 101. I should have died from the accident, I have no clue how I'm still alive from that.
Next was the pictures of my dad death with the same date in the bottom right hand corner. Pictures of the abandon warehouse with blood everywhere.
"Why did I let that happen?" I said to myself. I could have saved him. I knew where he was, that's why I chasing after him on the highway which lead me to get into the accident. That's when my mom had fallen from the attic on the ground and broke her leg. So much shit happened that day that I will never be able to forget.
Now how do I put that all into a tiny paragraph. I went into
The kitchen to grab a drink and a snack to eat. I looked at the oven to see the clock reading 1:24 am. I should go to sleep now, but I'm hungry. So I walked back into my room with a plate of chocolate covered strawberries and a cup of milk. I sat on my bed and I turned on my TV going to the music channels. Search Party by Sam Bruno started to play, I swear no matter what type of mood I was in songs would always make me want to do something spectacular. Then again I always want to do something spectacular, my friend in LA, Cassie, we had a plan that after high school right after graduation we go into a car and doing a trip. We didn't know where we would go but I could tell you it would spectacularly amazing.
But I guess now that we weren't together anymore that I we weren't going on the trip. I was caught up in my own thoughts as I heard a knock on my window. I looked over to it there was no one there. I stood up and walked looking out to see no one, I opened it up and stuck my head out looking to the left. No one.
I felt two arms pulling my body out of the window as I screamed. One of the hands covered my mouth as I was pulled out of my window. I thrashed my arms and legs around to get out of the grip of who ever was holding me. I looked to see a face but all I saw was a metal mask. There was lens that were red and yellow circles that was on one eye. I screamed even louder as I got out of the grip of the strange man. I looked around quickly to see two more people that had a mask almost like the other one. I quickly ran past them out of there way jumping over the back fence, I silently thank god I was in track and field and did hurdles.
I ran down the street as I just saw the three masked people following behind me. I felt like every time I looked back the got closer and closer to me. I looked back and they were only about 50 feet away. I felt a car hit me. This couldn't be happening to me not again.
I fell on the ground not being able to move my limps from the amount of pain. I have felt worse pain before but I think the anxiety that I had right now made it worse. The car had stopped and I heard someone walk to me.
I notice him it was a senior from the same school as me. "Please help me." I said in tears as he just looked at me with a smirk.
"Oh, I'll help but not you." He said. I tried to move my arms but he had quickly grabbed them pinning me to the ground. I knew my whole body was covered in blood I could feel lit on my skin. I looked as the three masked men had came up around me as they gathered around my head. I begged one last time before the boy I had turned me on my side. The side of my head hitting the ground, not even in my car accident had I been in this much pain. I looked at the boys face on last time as I felt a needle go into my neck. I was about to say something but it wouldn't come out of my mouth. Everything around me was getting darker and darker.
"I'm gonna kill you!" I said quietly to the young boy as he smirked, then I blacked out.
