Saving Hope

Hello, my name is Hannah!! What's yours? 

What? I'm sorry i can't hear you. Wait, your name is 'Stop talking Hannah'? Well what a lovely name!

So now that introductions are over, this is my story. This is my story and you are going to read it ( I hope). And you're going to like it (I really hope)... Here it is.

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As I think back, I wonder what I would change if I could. And I realize, I wouldn't change a thing. I would love to take back some of the cruel things I have said, but the outcome of the words pushed me towards the life I live now. For that I will always be thankful. 

I have two great kids, a wonderful husband and a job I love. Everything in the past was just a prelude to the happiness I am living now. But I guess that prelude deserves to be told.

So I will do it and I will start where the story truly began, in the tiny nowhere town of derby in the tiny nowhere state of Vermont in the not so nowhere country of USA. I had four siblings. No one knows the pain of siblings until they have the four of them.Laura was two years younger than me and Jillian came on year after her. My brothers were adopted and were six years younger than me.

Since I was the oldest, as I grew up my parents were testing their...experience on me. I had to wait until I was 12 to get my ears pierced, Laura only had to wait until she was ten, and Jillian only until she was nine. I felt the unfairness of it pierce my thirteen year old heart. By this time I had gotten my braces and felt that it was unfair that Laura could look pretty with her earings while I was afraid to smile.

I always felt slightly jealous of my younger sister because what I had to work so hard to accomplish came easy to her. She got all A's and never paid attention. I took extra notes and never got higher than a B+. She was wonderful at sports, while i couldn't walk without falling on my face. The only two places i felt comfortable were in my bed and in the water.

If there was anything I was good at, it was simming. I didn't have to worry about tripping or falling, because it was impossible. It was the only place I could feel graceful. I felt powerful cutting through the water. it was the one place where I didn't worry about what people thought about me or how I looked. I was comfortable. It was my happy place.

The accident took that away from me. And I let it.

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So... did you like it?? Huh? Well did you? did you? did you????

Oh... you didn't... ok...   Oh you did!!! you joker you're so funny!! Hahahaha. 

Really though, comment below to tell me what you think or just to tell me to get off of wattpad. see you later! Bye!!