My Little Miracle

Emma's POV

Isn't life funny? I mean seriously when we reach the point where we think we are broken we have this beautiful miracle that comes and saves us from killing ourselves. Everyday we would ask for a little help with our life's and then it just pops out. To me that's use to be bullshit I had been asking God for a while now and I remember repeating the same thing over and over again "Give me a miracle please something to hold on. Give me a new breath. New hope. Something better." I knew that line for 7 years and for each and every one of those years I felt hopeless and wondering to my self why am I doing this?

I know what your thinking why the hell I'm complaining about these things. Don't I have enough after all I had what I needed and could give what I had. Yet, they wonder why I'm an outcast why I don't mix or socialize with them. I know I'm not the only one out there with the same problems and everyone has a different story and in a way their all the same. Pain. Depression. Loneliness. Sadness.

I had a rough childhood I'm surprised that I even made it to become a teenager. I had to learn the hard way. Life wasn't easy at all for me at the beginning it was hard enough learning at the age of seven that my mom had died. That she had been sick the entire time. I didn't find out of what causes she died of until the age of nine. I thought at that point maybe if mom's gone I could finally meet dad and keep him from getting sick so he could stay with me forever. Maybe just maybe I won't feel so lonely anymore, but that wasn't what happened the social worker had the hard work of telling me the truth my dad didn't want me. Why would he? I was just a reminder of his infidelity a reminder that couldn't be uncovered in other words a bastard child. No one knew I existed from his 'precious family' and if the media found out that the famous Daniel Cooper had cheated on his beloved wife everything he had would be destroyed. At that point I had decided if he didn't want me in his life than I didn't need him in mine. I personally never meet the man and and don't plan to ever meet him .

After I was told this I had to go live with my Uncle Todd my mom's brother. At the beginning life with him wasn't bad. I mean he feed me, took me to school, and gave me plenty of 'love', but that was at the beginning when the social worker visited every week to see how I was doing. It lasted for at least 6 months and to be honest I was happy, but when the social worker stopped coming frequently I knew that was end to my happy life. He didn't hit me right away ,but he stopped caring he ignored me whenever I needed help or asked something. He didn't take me to school anymore I had to start walking and somehow when I saw his face I could tell something was off there seemed to be a evil glint in his eyes his face no longer looked loving and gentle like before.

The first time he hit me was at the age of 10. I remember it was on my birthday and I didn't know exactly what I did to get hit. One minute I was happy and cheerful and next thing I knew I was on the floor crying and covered in blood. I woke up the next morning in the hospital and being told I was in a car accident I had tried to tell the nurses helping me that I wasn't in a car accident that I had been hit, but no one believed me. They thought I had a concussions and I was going delirious a young nurse told me that my uncle had seen me laying on the floor and a car rushing away from me and that it was physically impossible for me to get hit by someone if the wounds on my body matched a typical car accident vitcim's wounds.My uncle glanced at me and when the nurses where gone he came up to me and threatened if I squealed one more time I wouldn't be so lucky. From that moment on my life was never the same I went through 7 years full of abuse, starvation,depression, insanity , torture, and countless numbers of attempted rape.

I managed to accumulate enough high school credits to graduate at the age of sixteen. I Ignored all the gossip and rumors about me. I managed to get a few jobs in cafes and a book store. There were countless nights when I'd wake up anxious and covered in sweat shaking and at certain points crying from the nightmares they were so terrifying, but deep down I knew that they weren't just nightmares. They were memories,there was a time when I was just so scared and I went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife and went to bed and I just had it in my hand staring at the door. I was just shaking with fear I laid awake the whole night trying to keep alert in case someone tried to get in. I don't know why I did it , but somehow I felt sheltered from everything and I didn't feel weak because now I had a way to defend myself. I vowed that I'd never let it happen to me again, but sadly I did and at that point I had nothing to protect myself I felt bare. naked. like my shield was gone and there was nothing left to do, but just die.

And then I was saved by a beautiful miracle I now call son...