Coming back to life

Hey person I don't know. I see youv'e clicked my story. this may seem dark in the beggining. It will be majorly edited. I have only written the base idea. It is about bullying and getting back up. If this has ever happened to you, I salute your spirit. I am lucky what happened to me wasn't this bad. I love everyone of you people. Don't ever feel like there is nobody there. If you ever need somebody to talk to, you can always pm me. Please don't keep quiet about bullying, or being hurt. don't ever be embarrased. 

Please give it a chance, I hope I don't dissapont.

Oh and I also need a cover.... if anybody could help, I'd really appreciate it:)

When reading this, try playing Beethoven's 5 Secrets by The Piano guys. It goes perfectly. I was listening to it whilst I wrote.

Love,

K

Stronger ties.

There was a time when I was the girl everyone loved me. There was a time when I was fearless. A time when everything was fine with me. Then my life changed. The minute he walked in. the minute I was faced with the change that is Lucifer. I was happy,  I had a life. His name sent tingles of happiness down my back then. I remember the first time I had met him. I wish I hadn't.

Lucifer and Kara. My boyfriend, and my best friend.  He made me feel like the best girl in the universe. She made sure he did.  They both were the center of my universe. They were my everything . But, when has it ever been a good idea to fall in love. I was stupid enough to do it with two people at once.

He broke me. She helped him so she could get what she wanted- Him.  I had nobody. Everybody walked away. I was treated like I was the plague, avoided by every single person in my life. I had been banished. I was bitched about. I had lost everything. Just because I put the key to my happiness in somebody else’s pocket. I had decided to leave. My love, My hopes, My dreams. Then I realized

Love?  Hopes? Dreams?

What use were they when I had no shred of dignity left. It was dark. Cold. The hate could be smelt. Everything inside me, and outside screamed you are not good enough. I was hurt. Broken. I had nothing. My parents knew nothing. They had their own battles to fight at that point.

 Then I had an epiphany. I realized he wasn’t worth it. Nobody was. I began found my will to live again . I began fighting again. I slowly grew stronger. I was coming back.

One morning at school, I saw another person, a girl again. Being picked on. Being harassed. Being put down.

This time, I walked up to them. In all my loneliness. Grabbed the lead boy by his collar, and stared him in the eye and told him to back off. The girl beside him tried to fight me. I pushed her aside. I grabbed the timid crouched girl from beside them both;.. I put my arm around her. Told them to be ashamed of themselves and walked away with the girl.

at this point, I realized that this state I was in. OF constantly balming my lonliness on the world, the being hurt, being broken. Was all a reason for me to continue pitying myself.  An excuse to keep mysef from ever letting myself fall again. Because, in the words of taylor swfit all that falls, breaks.

We walked a to a corner, both wondering what to say, when she sat down and began crying. Sobbing into her hands. She was shaking. She was scared. I sat down next to her. She hugged me. Tightly. She tried to smile through her tears, but couldn’t. I knew how she felt. She asked me why I did it. But I had no answer . Then she looked at me, and thanked me. I thanked her too. We both were crying. She hugged me tightly and said that we were friends. We wouldn’t judge. At that point I knew I had made a friend. A friend who would stand by me no matter what. A friend who was after nothing. A friend who didn’t judge. A friend I knew loved me for me.