Solitude

Echo

Its been four years and when I close my eyes, I can still hear the echo's of their voices in my head.

Though I'm a much different person than I used to be , I know I'll never forget what happened to me.

I'll never forget the times I laid in bed, tears streaming down my cheeks. I was to afraid to make a noise because my parents were sleeping only a few feet away. I remember this one time I wanted to sob and scream aloud, but didn't because I didn't want to be a burden to anyone. Since I hid myself myself and cried behind closed doors, I can't cry in front of people. I believe its a side affect of what I went through.

I'll never forget his sickening laughter out of my head when he saw how sun burnt I was. I'll never forget the books stolen from me or the weird looks I got in the hallways.

I can't tell you how many times I looked in the mirror and hated what I saw. I can't tell you how many times it was a struggle to get out of bed every morning. I only did it to make sure my parents didn't think anything was wrong.

I can't tell you how many times my parents asked me how my day at school was and I just replied with "fine."

I can't tell you how many times I would write in my diary just to get everything out.

I still have it now even, and I re-read everything I went through to remind myself what I went through and never forget it.

Its a constant battle that I'll have to fight for the rest of my life. There will be times where I'll want to give up, believe me I've all ready had a few.

But I'll just have to remember the echo's of peoples words, and look at how far I've come.