Ever since I was born I've always been a little...different. Never been that kid that socialized with others. I never needed anyone else but me. Yet I had friends. Kinda weird huh. But at the same time pretty nice.
I grew up in an okay home. Good family, okay house. We weren't rich but not in poverty. My parents made enough to keep the lights on and food in my sister and I stomachs. My parents we're good people. Very much loved by many people.
A few short years after I was born I caught pneumonia. This left my family devastated. They feared for my life. I had to take breathing treatments everyday and different medications to keep me well. I hated them with a passion. I felt helpless and fragile. At any minute DEAD, It felt like that all the time. Eventually everything got better and I was a "healthy" kid again. Just in time to start school...yeah.
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The Story Of Melody The Unstable Mess
Short StoryThis is a story of a kid with issues. Mentally, physically, & emotionally. ( a work in progress)
