"Hey, Talia come down and help me with dinner" my mothers voice filling the house.
I stood up out of my bed on my way to exit my room when I stopped at my mirror, analysing my appearance. Every bump, every bruise I looked back into deep thought about. I didn't notice when a single tear rolled down my cheek, reminding me of how I look at myself now. Every time I cry, I feel weak.
I was took out of deep concentration when my mum shouted me down again.
I ran down the stairs, padding my feet along the kitchen tiles.
I began to chop carrots while my mum stirred, whatever that was for dinner.
"You know, this could be part of a new beginning. You deserve this, you don't deserve the bad parts of life" my mum spun me around and tilted my chin up with her finger, "your too good for that." I smiled before getting back to my job.
Maybe it was a new start. Not as far as moving ,but a new school, new me.
This could change my perspective on life and turn all the bad times away from me.
I was just too scared of the past repeating itself, because I never know what could actually happen too me. I never before and I don't know now, not ever.
This year, my second last year of high school, I was going to make it memorable.
Not something I can just say Been there done that, I can say I dreamed and lived that.
My life choices in the past were too off track, im looking back now I'm thinking I probably wouldn't even be having this mental discussion in my head if it wasn't for those stupid mistakes, stupid people, and stupid me.
People say you love something you have to be committed. If I was in love, if I was committed then why did it get thrown back in my face like i never saw it coming.
Because maybe I never......
