Her Happiness Project

Prologue

 My life wasn’t perfect and it never will be.

Every night before I take a shower I stand in front of the mirror and trace my fingers over my scars. My biggest scar was my first scar. It happened when I was five; dad came home pissed because he was just fired from his third job. I ran up to greet him but was met with a huge pang of the scent of alcohol. He shouted at me and blamed me for bootless things. But the more I apologized for the things I had never done, the angrier he got. Finally he took out that Swiss army knife he always kept to open beer bottles and slashed at me madly.

He missed but I screamed and tried to run away. He grasped my arm tightly, squeezing all the blood from it and slashed at me harshly. I barely felt the impact of the knife; it was so fast that I couldn’t sense the pain until I could see the warm blood spread through my pink dress.

From that day on it became a routine. Dad would always be drunk and he would never go to sleep without giving me a few bruises. I tried to hide but he always found me. I tried running away but instead I was confronted by street criminals and raped. That night I cried alone as I was left on the streets. My blood stained the cement streets and so did my tears. The next day my dad found me again and threw me back home. Nothing stopped him until that worthless waste of space died.

The day he died was a great day for me, I was sixteen that year. But after that I had no one to go to. My mom never existed to me since she ran away right after giving birth to me. So I was adopted by a middle-aged couple who used me as their slave, again I tried running away and this time I succeeded. I met Dan Turner who was in college and who needed someone to share the rent with. I happily took the offer as I got a job at Taco Bell.

Now I have to go back to school. School was never fun, when I was young I was always bullied and made fun off due to the multiple bruises I had. But I am determined to make my senior year count so maybe I can get into college and restore my life.

I didn’t just want to go to school only for the sake of learning though. I wanted to smile and be normal. I wanted to be able to start that normal life that seemed so far away. I was never sure on what I wanted exactly from senior year, but I knew I wanted to change something.

In the end I drafted up a plan, I called it my “Happiness Project”. The project is to make as many friends as possible and to make everyone smile. No one deserves to feel like they’re not worth it. No one deserves to be sad and down.

All through my life I cried alone, I never felt like I was good enough for anyone. I believe that I will never find love or friends. And even to today, behind my smiles I am still alone.

Let’s see how this works out. My Happiness Project.