My True Colors

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   "I was eight when mom got sick My...dad was there for all of her treatments and he was so strong for me and her, but when she died, when I was ten, he fell apart. He started drinking and doing drugs. He brought someone home about every night and I never went to school. Three years it was that way. I would clean up for him. I spent most my time in my room. I didnt have much food and if I ask for any he hit me. One day he call for me and gave me to these men...who did...bad things to me... I would always think of mom...even when I cut...but one day the cops came and carried me away...it was scary. I didn't know how long I had been there but when they told me I was seven..teen I was..um...shocked. They gave me to my aunt who sent me here for a year. I'm eighteen now and I'm not so scared anymore. But today I go home with my aunt to face the real world again....and that what really scares me." I looked down at my hands. "But I know the people here are glad at how good I've gotten. They believe in me so I believe in me too." I smiled at Sara. "I want to thank everyone for being there for me and for all the friends I made." I looked down at my feet and walked back to my table with Sara while everyone clapped. They threw a whole party for me before I left becuase they know me well becuase I've been here for a year and they're so proud of me.

   "That was great." Sara said as I sat down. "Really? I mean I know I dont speak that well and I was kind of freaking out I mean I'm scared but I-" I studdered, rambling on. "It was great Scar." She said cutting me off and placing her hand on mine. I smiled looking at her. "Well let's go get some cupcakes before they're all gone." She laughed, as we got up and walked over to the table with food on it. I stare at the cupcakes as my mind starts to trail off. I can't help but think of how bad it was the last time I was in the real world. Then I looked down at my wrist staring at the mark. A stupid number. A stupid tattoo. 372 was my mark, my number, my name. That is how I was branded and stripped of life for a second time. Then I look down a little more to my faded scars, tracing over them with my nail. The constant reminders of what I lived through.

   I was pulled back in to reality when I realized that Sara was talking again. "... yeah but you know." She finishes looking at me for a reply. "Uh... yeah... okay, sorry I was spaced out. Repeat, please." I look back down at the cupcake in my hands that I picked up while trying to figure out what Sara said. "Nevermind I was just carrying on how I have to be here without you. You know you're my only friend here, everyone else thinks I'm insane. You sure you can't stay Scar?" I look up to see her 'please' stare. "I wish, tomorrow is one thing that I do not want to do." I say trying to keep from crying. Just thinking about it make me want to hide. "It's ok I will be there with you soon, I hope." She said staring at me knowing how I feel and what is going through my mind. I hug her for a little till I see my aunt come through the door. I pull away from the hug putting my cupcake down. "Well I've got to go...Bye, Sara." She says her goodbyes and I walk towards the hallway.

   When me and my aunt get to my room I look around at all my blank walls and start to cry. I try stopping my self but it is useless. "Are you okay sweetie?" My aunt says looking at me, worried. "I'm fine. I am just going to miss my own world that I have here, I guess" I say with a soft raspy voice. I turn away from her and start to choke back my tears.

   I turn around and grab my suitcases and pillow as my aunt grabs the box on my bed. We walk out the door and turn right down the hall, and head towards the door. I look down the hall to the room for the last time. When we reach the door I can see Sara waiting outside to help me to the car. How am I going to live a whole week with out seeing my best friend? Especially on the worst week this year.

   When I get over to her she grabs my bag out of my arms and walks to the car with me. When we get to the car we turn and look at each other and do our secret hand shake that we came up with the first week she got there, and say goodbye for the second time before my aunt told me to get in the car.

   As I get in and start to drive away Sara screams out "You will survive it Scar or else!" I hear her laughing as we pull out. I roll my window back up so the hot summer wind doesn't kill me. I stare out the window looking at all the different colors of the leaves. My aunt nocied me staring at the leaves and said that "In August the leaves like to find there true colors so they can find there peace before they fall." She says with a tiny smile. I nod my head and keep thinking about it. If that can bring them peace why can't it bring me peace before I fall? What are my true colors?