Our Love Story

What Went Wrong

         Most people don't have any memories once so ever from when they were born. As you've probably already found out, I'm not like most people. To be honest, I don't even think I'm "people".
        So I was born, I'm coming out of my mother, crying and everything, obviously I don't remember anything up until I was crying in the hospital. I never saw my dad, my mother told me that he died right before I was born. He was in a car accident on the way to the hospital, lucky me! So, my mother and I were on our own, until one day.
       She met a guy named Alex. They would go on dates and stay over at each other's houses, you know all that shit. By that time my mother was 32, not too old, not too young. I was 8, a harmless, innocent, sweet little girl. Almost every night, I would hear then fucking right across the hall. I mean I was only 8! What do you expect?
       When I got older I soon realized that Alex was well "into" me. I was 11 when I came to the conclusion that Alex was taking advantage of me. He thought that I was just a helpless, stupid little girl, that had developed early. Yes, I had hit puberty already, can we move on. I told my mother what he did to me. He tried to rape me. She didn't believe me, she always thought that I was just jealous that I wasn't her main priority anymore.
That's the part that sucked. It made me unsure of myself, it made me wonder, was I worth living for anymore? The answer, no, no I was not.
     So I was 13, right? A regular kid just going to school, hanging out with some people before class started. Ok. I lied a little. I had no people to hang out with, the reason because of that is simply because of my "character". I'm that person that comes to school early, sits alone, listens to music, and waits for class to start. I don't try to fit in, I don't try to be like other people.
        As you probably may know, if your reading this, you are this kid. Your the quiet one, the one that has only 2 close people. One that has been troubled enough. You don't need anymore drama. You cry yourself to sleep, let's face it. The only reason we live is because of music. Well, if we died, other people would die. Well, that's kind of too late for me. But not for you! Don't let other people affect you...like I did.
   Anyway, I had one person, one freaking person, that I cared about. His name is Jack. Weirdly enough  my death was caused because of him. I know ironic isn't it. He did something that I would never be able to forget. I told him that I loved him. Yet somehow, shit turned out the way it did.