Misunderstood[discontinued for now]

Prologue

Life is too short to dwell on the past. Like a giant thunderstorm. Rain just keeps pouring down and down, helping you dig a hole in the ground, waiting for someone to show up in your life and make everything better. Even if you know you are all alone. If you focus too much about the bad things, then you won't be able to see the good things about life. Friends. Family. Imagination. Dreams. All of that good stuff. See, the past is good, and bad. If you didn't have a past, you wouldn't have a life. You were born. The second you took your first breath, a second later, that is the past. That's important. Life is important. It reminds you of how you got your friends. Getting to meet your family. That is important. If you grow up and become famous, it reminds you of how you got to be so successful. But the past can also be bad. It can remind you of the bad things that have happened in your life, as well. Such as, tragic accidents, with lives lost. For example, my dad. Gone when I was only 10. Cancer. It sucks, okay? The past is also bad because if you are a stubborn person, even more stubborn than me, you dwell and sit and think about the bad things. Eventually, you get so hung up on it, that you become depressed. It makes other people around you sad. You can't think straight. Life is rough. You have to deal with it. No matter what comes your way, you have to push through it. Just like a thunderstorm, you have to push through the worst to get to the rainbow.

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I sure was going to miss Colorado. Warm summers, wet cold winters. Well, maybe not that part. I was moving to Washington, to live with my aunt Maria. There is a really professional dance studio there, and I am wanting to try out.

My mom had ended up remarrying. It was hard on both of us once dad passed away. He was a firefighter. There was a house that got hit by lightning after a huge thunderstorm, you know, like when the rain stops but there is still lightning and thunder, and the whole thing went up in flames. There was something wrong with the wood, and when it burned it let off some weird particle into the air and it slipped through my dad's helmet while he was rescuing the couple inside. It got into his lungs and gave him cancer. Of course, we didn't notice until a month or so afterwards. The night was so terrifying. Even though I'm 16 now, I still remember it clearly.

Like I said, I was only 10 years old. Fast asleep. My mom and dad's bedroom was right down the hallway. All of the sudden I was awoken by my mom running down the hallway panicking, grasping for her phone. I didn't understand what was going on until I heard it. My dad. Gasping for air. The sound was terrifying. He sounded like he had just been cuffed to the bottom of a 10-foot deep pool. Unable to breathe, the water just... closing in.

"Please, he needs help, he sounds like he is suffocating... yes." There was a short pause... "Please hurry." and the line went dead. The next thing I knew, I was in shock, tears streaming silently down my face. Then my mom walked in, of course I stopped crying, I mean, she thought I was asleep, so I kept the image. She picked me up and dressed me warmly. It was getting close to winter, so the temperatures dropped during the night. I guess we were leaving the house. She didn't say anything. She just picked me up, put my shoes on, and laid me down on the couch as she went back to check on dad.

After what had felt like ages, was actually only about 1 minute. I heard the sirens. Next thing I knew there were 3 grown men walking through the front door down the hallway. My mom ran to them silently, and led them to their room. What was going on? Then I saw him. His face. Pale. He was shuddering. My mom ran to me and grabbed me in her arms. We were following the strange men out the door, and got in our car. My mom buckled me in the back seat. I can see why; she didn't want to risk another life. Once we started moving, a few minutes later I noticed we were following a strange dark vehicle. I don't know why but it was really...really loud. Like someone was blaring their music, accept it wasn't music. I couldn't quite make out what the vehicle was. For all I know it was a loud, annoying, fast car in front of us that my mom wouldn't stop following. I mean, it was dark, and I was in the back seat. Plus, I was still halfway asleep.