It’s hard to decide how to start a story like this. Do I start from day one? Or cut straight to there? Well for now I’ll tell you the brief part of my innocent days. So I was born in Auckland and raised in a stunning house by the beach with my older brother of 1 year and my parents. After maybe 4 years we moved to an even nicer house in the middle of the bush. Titarangi. As a child I was very shy and attached to my parents. Although now I am so very unattached. My brother and I never talk anymore even after a fruitfully, close relationship I guess we just drifted apart.
At the age of 3 I was ,unknown to myself. Then suffering from a very scared illness called sleep paralysis. Every night I would wake up paralysed to my bed, I would be able to feel someone crushing me. Right next to me there would be a silhouette of a man staring down at me, I would try scream but my ears would be ringing and my screams seemed muted and unheard. These episode would last up to five minutes and directly after I would run crying to my parents bed. There were other incidents also where I would feel someone grab my feet. Or I would see huge candy stick or hear muttering and hissing.
Recently me and my mother were talking about these times and she told me a story that’s gives Goosebumps to this day “ when you were very sick and you had vomited all over the floor next to my bed I went to get something to clean it up with. When I returned you asked ‘who was that lady?’ and I said ‘what lady?’ ‘The lady who was lying next to me she said don/t worry ill look after you until your mum gets back’.”
Anyway these dream slowly started to go and by the age of ten I was getting full night sleep but I was still paranoid as fuck and so scared that those dreams would come back.
Life went on and I moved to the south island where I live in Christchurch. I moved around to several schools and finally against my will got moved to quant we school with a population of about 400 students. The school was 10 minutes away from my house so it was very accessible. . As a reward for moving I was given the best thing that ever happened to me. My perfect we bichon fries dog snowy.
I spent 4 years at that school and left when I was 14. Those were the best 4 years of my life. I made the most solid friendships and met and became close with many people, who a lot I have sadly drifted away from. But those most special I am still close as ever with.
My final year at that school was one of the happiest years of my life! I felt popular, accepted! Even pretty. I had beautiful friends. I had admirers! The most attractive boy in my class liked me and I felt in love with him. I didn’t stop to think oh wait he has a personality too. And I just accepted that we lusted after each other. Nearer the end of the year me and *Liam dated, but it was short, and I was fridget, but I decided I really loved kissing. He broke up with me after three weeks because my former crush left the school and I cried. I know right. but we had a ‘thing’ for a while after.
It was maybe halfway through the year that I decided I wanted to mover schools. My best friend was moving and I didn’t want to be left behind to trail in her footsteps so after a long debate and fuelled arguments with my parents I was allowed to move schools.
