If I had been born in another place with different parents and new friends my life would have been so different. In some ways it would have been better. A lot better. I always seemed to be the one who snapped people back into reality and stopped them from doing dangerous and unnecessary things, tagging along with their adventures to make sure they didn't kill themselves. It got tiring after a while. Every day was the same; my father screaming at my mother and sometimes hitting her, my friends texting me 100 times begging to come along with them to some crazy new place, me getting in trouble when I got home late. It was an ongoing cycle.
Sometimes I can still hear my father's voice screaming at mother and I can see his balled fist smacking her in the stomach while she screams in pain and begs him to stop. It is something I will never be able to forget for the rest of my life. I feel the pain of my past in my chest and it hurts a lot but not as much as the pain of my future. I have no idea what is going to happen it's like a long road twisting and turning at unexpected places bumping up and down, but it isn't the road I'm worried about it's how I'll get to the end.
Sometimes the future we always wanted is right in front of us we just don't see it there, that is not the case with me. My future sits beyond the red sunset, resting just further than the horizon. I'm already walking towards it but I still have a long way to go, until then I will be stuck in my past.
