I remember when my parents used to think I was the best thing ever. They would smile and I would too. The smile on my face was innocent just like me. I remember when the world was my stage; the perfect place for me to live in. I remember when my mom would tell me she loved me and my dad was still there for me. I remember when I used to have friends. When I played around and shrieked childlishly because I had so much fun. I remember when I actually lived and was full of life. My black hair flowing with the wind while I raced around with so much energy. I Remember. I Remember. I Remember...
Those memories have now faded. Gone as time progressed and I grew up . No more laughter. No more games. No more smiles that light up the room. Memories. Are they even that important? Why should I care about that. They just remind me of a painful time when I was happy. It pains me now because Of my lifestyle. My mother that used to look at me with love now lashes out at me and hits me. I see red everywhere I go from her rage. My dad is gone and nothing can change what is happening. How do these memories benefit me? Why should I care? It shapes who I am as a person because of my experiences.
Who's that girl that sits at the corner? Quiet as a mouse? "She dresses like she is emo," People whisper. "I bet she probably cuts herself," another snickered. Well what if I do? They don't know me,my past or the memories that are burdened against me.Why should I suffer for my father's mistakes? He just got up and left me while saying he would be back. It never happened. He walked out the door and disappeared from my life. He promised he would always be there for me,but I don't see him anywhere helping. Backstabbing, messed up, and a lying bastard.
My innocent little mind couldn't comprehend what happened at the time. I patiently waited for him daily. He never came and I was left brocken and no one was there to pick up the pieces. My innocence slowly dwindled from that time and I understood how cruel human nature can truly be. "Who cares about your past?" everyone questions. "I do," I whisper in a voice no one can hear.
I remember when I used to cut and hurt myself. At that time things were bad. Emotionally and physically. No one cared when they saw me hurting or the pain in my eyes. They just stood there and went on with their daily business. I was distraught, with nobody to talk to. When will this world finally end my misery? Or do I have to do it myself.
I remember the shell I put up and how I pushed everyone away. I had no one in the end. No one at all. It hurt,but that was the road I took. I stopped talking and became mute. Fearing what people had to say, I closed everything off. My life was nothing but a dark, black hole. Everything I took in seemed to be useless.I was never hungry, never sad, never happy, nor glad. I was void of all emotions. I was as lifeless as a sheet of white printing paper. Thin and fragile. At east on the outside I was.
Why keep those memories? They shape you as a whole. You can never be a person if you don't have memories to back it up.
You know the quiet red haired girl in the back of the classroom? Yeah you do, The one that never talks. The one that is closed off. The one waiting for someone to reach out to her, but no one knows because you don't have the guts to approach her. You won't know if one day she'll be famous. One day your petty remarks won't bother her. She could be a genius- no a person. The fact that she doesn't fit in to what you expect doesn't mean she isn't. Don't judge her for what she isn't. Well, that girl is me and I'm a person too. Even though I don't show it. I have emotions too.
Don't you remember when your mom told you not to judge a book by it's cover and you looked at her with a puzzled face? Her memories. Your memories. What's the difference. We all have them. They might be precious or we might hate them, but they are part of us. Keep your memories and hold them close to you because they shape your life.
Remember your memories... They shape who you are
I know its short, but it's a short story and it is meant to be like that. Also, this idea just came to me.The first part sounds like poetry but whatevers right? Comment if you know where I got that from. Si this is my upload I hope ou like it. Don't forget to Vomment.
