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I always wondered about destiny and fate. If it was real, what was my destiny? Did the universe choose me to change someone's life, or am I just another nobody walking the Earth? Will I fall madly in love and live happily ever after, or will my past always haunt me?

When I was younger, I believed that everything I went through was for a purpose; that I was supposed to be a warrior and my battles made me stronger. Now.... Now I just think the world is cruel and harsh. Now I believe that I'm just walking in and out of life; just fighting and going through the motions for some unknown hope.

But slowly, I'm losing hope. I love my dad. I do. I know it's not him, that he's just sick and upset and sad. He blames me for it, for her. Maybe it is my fault. But I'm tired of being reminded, as if I don't feel guilty every second of every day on my own for making my mother leave. As if my brain will let me forget it. It hasn't let me forget for the past 16 years, why would it start now?

*heavy footsteps down the hall increase*

I slam my journal shut and shove it in my pillowcase. Just in time as he enters my room, or the basement. 

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*QUICK DISCLAIMER:* This story is entirely fiction. None of the story is related to my life or anyone I know. I'm just doing this to help myself escape my brain. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it. This is also my first story, so I apologize in advance for crappy writing or errors. 

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