When I was little, I fell into the trap of hurting others to gert pain. I hurt some people in my life that were closest to me. I caused people to turn away out of my life. There were so many things I could've done and I gave in. All of the possible outcomes and I chose to hurt people I care about. Why would I do that? Why would I hurt people that I knew cared about me. Maybe I can fix it, but what if it's too late for fixing?
At first, I was just a kid in a new place. For a few years I had other weird friends like me. We would always act like we were heros and heroines off of shoes and movies. It was great and fun every day. One day everything changed though. I hurt my best friend. It was a small thing looking back on it, but it was a lot for a kid to take in. I hurt my best friend.
So I was in my back yard with my best friend and my cousin. My freind was pretty much my neighbor We were on the trampoline and we were all having a lot of fun. Everything changed a few little bit after the rain started. We stayed in the rain for a while cause the trampoline would make a floppy sound and it would feel great. Eventually we decided to go inside. Well, we took my friend's shoes with us and she walked home alone in the rain. I felt horrible. Looking back on it, it was just about fourty feet, but that's a mile for a kid that's hurting.
Later in elementary school, I made my freind walk away crying. She came up to me on the soccer field to tell me something. Her friends had talked her into telling me that she liked me. Now, I could just told her I didn't like her, but I did something horrible that I can't forget. I mean, I can't remember exectly what I said, but she was hurting bad. Me being a kid is no excuse for what I had done next. I said something along the lines of making her feel as if she wasn't good enough for somebody to like. I had make my friend feel bad for who they were inside.
I know that this was a long time ago and they might not even remember that it happened, but it did. I hurt people that cared about me. Most people would've forgotten about it, but I still cry at night over the idea that I could've been so harsh. I could've blamed the bad influences in my life. I could've pointed fingers and said that they caused me to act like this, but the cold hard truth to swollow was that I hurt them. I chose to act in a way that hurt them. I did that. Like I said, it all just seemed to be fading away.
