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Beep beep. Beep. beep.
My phone began to rang loudly as I started to fall. I had a choice in this one second. Should I just continue to fall into the road and die or should I answer it? I chose the latter option and quickly dug my hands into my blazer pocket and answered it.
It was Laura. I had earlier heard that Penny said something about me being pathetic. And I wasn't pathetic. Yes you are. I had given up my happiness just to keep my family in peaceful ignorant bliss. You can see why this annoyed me so, I contacted Laura asking if the rumor was true.
Her reply was: "No she said the situation that you were arguing about was pathetic she didn't say you were pathetic."
I don't know why but this angered me.
I simply replied:" I wish I never told you."
Wait. I couldn't do this. I couldn't give up on her. I needed to help her with the Marcel situation. She'd soon realise that I'm just trying to help. I made a promise to myself that I'd never let any harm come to her. I would make sure that no one ever hurt her. And here I was hurting her. I had to be strong I had to.
I want to tell you a story. It happened when I was in primary school, I must have been in year 5 or 6 so 8-10 years old about. So at this time, the abuse stopped. In Primary school I had two best friends called Olivia and Lauren. And they had fallen out. Now in primary school us three were best friends so it was my responsibility to try and get them to make up. And I don't remember the details but long story short, I got them to make up but then they turned on me and had a massive go at me. So I ran to the bathroom locked myself in a cubicle and...I cried a lot. And i was saying to myself I can't let anyone see me cry. I'm the strong one in the group, I had to keep my cool. I have to be strong. That's the earliest memory I have of me crying. This story is important because it made me who I am today. I have to be strong...no matter what I feel...
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Barely alive
General FictionSometimes do you just want to escape? Run from everything you hold dear to you. For me that isn't an option. I'm trapped inside my own prison. My own mind...my own story. But hey it could be worse. So enough dawdling let's get this party started...
