I'm sure everyone in the world, wish they had a perfect life. Well, everyone and everything in life isn't perfect.
We make mistakes, learning from them is the choice we have to make. We're all human, being ourselves is what makes us be.
This is a story about a teenager that lives through an imperfect world. Someone's tough experience living in the coldness shell of a quiet soul and a weak body.
This is a story of someone, who needed a glimpse of reality, hope, and love.
"I Love You" is all this fragile, broken thing desperately needed to hear.
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The voice of a quiet whisper echoed throughout out my head. But, was drowned out by the battle between both my parents and siblings.
The world between them and I have been shut out by my blankets and sheets. And as I listen carefully, I hear the faintly, horrible sound of gunshots one by one. And the terrible scream of my mother.
As my world returns to reality, I rush downstairs to witness the most horrific scene of my life. Everyone I've grown up to love, lay sprawled out in a sheet of blood. While, as I look up to my own loving mother.
I'm stained with the image of a shotgun in her mouth and the trigger being pulled.
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My dad was a civilized man, and stayed very organized like my mother. Until, one day. I was left a note on my doorstep, saying he died in honor.
Unable to register this into words, I'm left on the doorstep with the only memory I ever had of him. And that was him leaving me, with a salute and a promise. A promise he now, never got to keep. A promise of a return to his loved ones.
