"Promises; the most dangerous acts of love. Fun; the heartbeat of life. Choices; bad or good, they make a change. Regrets; death in disguise."
This is a story not just about me; it's bigger than that.
"I Love you." the words that made me feel alive, I felt the blood flowing in my body, that was the happiest moment of my life when the guy I've been crushing on since kindergarten maybe, came up to me confessing. But I knew this all was going to end one day and we were just phases in each other's lives but yolo, right?
A year later I met another guy, whom people warned me about but I didn't listen to them because at this time of my life I was feeling bored, unworthy, weak, unwanted and neglected, I was just adding up some heat in my life when things turned out to be worse than I expected.
I started doing cocaine, I became an addict because I felt alone and afraid, nobody was there to hold me in their arms and say I'm right here, I'll always be here except my only bestfriend whom I hurt so bad, she stood by my side helping me to go back to my old life; the good life.
Instead I stole her parents' money which they hid in their house, broke up with my first love so I could be free. And one day I was in prison for "selling drugs", they called my parents because I was legally still a child of 17 years old, but they paid a fine of 8000 pounds and I got out. My parents locked me at home and everything was getting dark, my body needed the drug so I stole the money and my mother's jewelery and I snuck out to get some, but my bestfriend was coming up the stairs and she tried stopping me when we had a huge fight so I pushed her down the stairs and I ran away, I went to Jack my partner in crime if I shall call him, we got a massive dose and slept. I woke up at 3 am from a terrible pain in my stomach and blood every where and I didn't know where did this come from, he took me to the hospital and they said it was an abortion and I was pregnant in my 3rd month; in a girl, Angela.
2 weeks later and we were getting some drugs to do when we had this horrific accident and I lost my leg, the police showed up and started shooting us, I could make it out of the place because I'm fast but I was shot in my right leg I refused to go to the hospital so I got tweezers and got the bullet out but its place got infected; And now I'm here, all alone with my darkness and agony. Suffering everyday of my life because of the horrible choices I've made."
I was crying out loud and he was just sitting there smiling when he said.
"Through my years of living, I've figured out the key to a happy life. Forgiveness, start with forgiving yourself and then try to make amends for the people you've hurt. You were lost at this time of your life, and the only two who should be punished are your parents, they didnt love you enough all they ever cared about was their jobs. You have a life ahead of you, little bunny. Don't waste it with regretting your past and start living."
"But it's too late now." I responded.
"It's better late than never, little bunny."
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The Girl She Was.
Short StoryShe doesn't feel like herself. Not anymore. She was different once. Now she is a watered down version, pale and thin. She slips through the cracks unnoticed. She fades into the background, afraid of saying the wrong thing. She grows sharp edges and...