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Pain.
A feeling that I've grown accustomed to over the past two years.
Some say pain always comes to an end, but I just don't think that's possible in my case.
My name is Scarlett Hall, I am 17 years old.
I live with my grandma, by the name of Diane, in a small town just outside of London.
I bet you all are wondering, "Why doesn't she live with her parents?" Well that's just it, I don't. My mom left my dad and I around 2 years ago, & then later on my dad had a massive stroke, and didn't make it.
Words can not describe the pain I felt, & still continue to feel. It's unbearable. For the past two years, I've felt nothing but pain, sorrow, depression, and loneliness. My feelings resulted in me attending parties all weekend, getting drunk, & everything else under the sun that could possibly make me forget about everything. I'm not proud of the things I do, but how else am I supposed to be happy?
My grandma has helped me through a lot of things in each aspect of my life. And I can not thank her enough for everything she has done for me.
My mom, on the other hand, is not someone you would want to be associated with. She's a terrible woman. When she wasn't out at all hours of the night, doing god knows what, she was at home. Abusing me. Mentally, verbally, and physically.
But soon enough, she packed up her things, and was gone. It was a bitter sweet feeling. I mean don't get me wrong, I was very happy to say I didn't have to deal with her anymore, but I wouldn't have a mother anymore. It isn't like she was there for me anyways, but I often found myself believing she would get better. Unfortunately, that did not happen.
So here I am, two years later, still an emotional wreck. And still in a tremendous amount of pain.
