A Story of Hope

Prolauge

You don't know me nobody does. You think you know me but you have no idea. My name is Vivian Cyntl and I haven't had a voice for a long time. I didn't know how to ask for help when it happened or when he came. A regret that I will have for the rest of my life. My parents died in a fatal car crash after thief car slide off of a cliff. I was only 13 at the time but I still remember. Because I was with them that day. See you didn't know that about me, like I said you just think you do. But you also don't know what it feels like, hearing your parents screaming before they die and having to watch it. But I hope you never do. Unless you are Tyler, my brother who blames me for what happened that day on December 11, 2015. He thinks that it's my fault because I could have helped them and stopped talking to them that day. He's abused me ever since saying that it should have been me and not them.

I couldn't agree more Tyler. I wish it was too. But now my body is scared up head to toe. Luckily he's gone most of the time now so it's not that bad right only abused 5 days a week, right? That's what I try to think about, how much worse it could be. It never works tho no matter how hard I try it never works.

But my parents weren't the only ones who got hurt, I broke my left arm, left leg, fractured my right rist, and multiple bruises and cuts and scars that will never fade. But I'm not here to mope around all day I want to give you a story of hope.