Poetic Nights of Poetic Justice: Part 1

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Poetic Nights of Sorrow

The only thing I could think about was the money that I borrowed, and could have made.

I'm a somewhat savoir that needs to be saved

-Tatiana Walton

Truensy August

Today had to be one of the hardest days of my life. I haven't been able to relax all day. To top it off, the day went by very quickly. I walked in the house that day, knowing that it was something wrong. I was upset enough. I honestly didn't want to be there in the first place, for a while they've been trying to get me to come back home, to at least try to work everything out. I've been declining it. I haven't spoken to any of my family since that day, I was forced to speak to them on that day, Daniel wants me to give them a chance. I did it for him, not me. I've been mad at him since he came over trying to figure out what's my problem with it and why wouldn't I just do it.

"Baby please talk to me" he said outside the door to my house. I took his keys while we were in the car. After a good 10 minutes of him begging I unlocked the door and let him in, he immediately grabbed me and hugged and kissed on me, then he looked into my eyes and saw that I was still angry.

"Can you please explain to me what's going on? The whole story this time, please" he asked me nicely, but I could tell he was angry and he really wanted to smack the shit out of me.

"You know what fine, I might as well. Its not going to help, you've been trying to change my life for the better, haven't you?" I said I was heated. I wanted him to leave. I didn't want to talk about my life.

"Do you know how stupid you sound? I've been doing everything in my power trying to save you from yourself. You hurting yourself, you don't get it. Your a beautiful girl a smart one, and funny, you have it all. And you don't see how blessed you are. I understand that your past is something that you don't want to talk about but it's something that you have to live with and move on from." he said he looked hurt, like he wasn't looked at me, he was looked at someone else in a sense. I knew who he was thinking about. He was thinking about the little girl I reminded him of, the girl that he left behind. I walked up to him and hugged him, I brought him to the couch and sat on his lap and hugged him, neither of us let go. I decided it would be best if I did tell him the story the whole story from the beginning.

July 7, 2011

I was on the porch minding my own business, it was the weekend and I chose not to have friends once I got in 8th grade I pushed everyone away. I didn't want drama but of course I was always in some unnecessary bullshit that wasn't even relevant to me. With that being said I just wanted to just be alone. I assumed my so called family wouldn't notice. But I was wrong, my mother wanted to know what was wrong, but it wasn't long before I got her to leave me alone too. My brother on the other hand wanted to just get to the bottom of it.

"Tru what's been going on with you?" he asked

"Nothing , I've been chilling lately , that's all. Why? Its not like you wanted to ask, mom finally wanted to care huh?" I said in a rude tone. I didn't want to be bothered with him and his stupid friends. They irritate me.

"I cared enough to ask. I just personally wanted to know. You don't hang out with me or my friends anymore." he said trying to be humorous but I don't like smiling so it was pointless.

"Maybe because I don't like them like that." I said and it's the truth. We were cool and I didn't pay them Any mind though. But I know to much and they talk to much shit. Princeton got on my nerves and Kayla had a thing for my brother all these years. It wasn't a surprise. My mother and I had a fight earlier before we left. This only pisses me off more, I didn't want to be there, I wanted to be in my room and listening to music in my room but no, I had to be with my brother and his stupid friends. I have go through this all night. They are making my skin crawl, and my soul itch.
We were walking around I bought like 2 outfits and some other stuff. I was quiet as a mouse and ready to leave.

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