"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells." -Dr Seuss
You have been abused for as long as you can remember. By none other than a man you should trust.
Basically, your life is Sh*t.
Could someone else possibly have it worse than you?
Could your...
This girl.. Wow. She was beautiful. I could see that she was holding in her laughter from her friend. But she was barely containing it. I kept looking at her to tease her. And it was working, she blushed every time before looking away. Her looks could kill. If you ever wanted to see fire and water in everlasting harmony you would find it in her. She had long flowing red hair, ocean blue eyes and perfect full lips. I could tell she was short from her posture. Hunched over, her legs barely scrapping the floor on her lab stool. I looked over at her again after her friend had sat down. She was trying to be focused. Trying to take in every stroke of chalk that Mr. Gates traced on the blackboard. Moments later, she caught me looking.
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Her chin was placed on her hand as she leaned on her desk and stared back at me. This was a competition huh? Two can play at that game. I continued to stare at her until she blinked away long tears from staring too long. Hah! I win. I couldn't understand why I even cared about this girl. But something about her was intriguing. Different. The contrast of her looks made me believe she was different from her other class mates. Pure and real. But I couldn't know this. I didn't know her. If I were to begin liking her it would be because I think she's beautiful. Which I believe in a relationship should be a bonus. Something that isn't focused on. The inside is what truly matters. But I refuse to pull her into my torturous life. I refuse to torture her. I have it at the worst. No one's life is worse than mine. My father over dosed when I was ten and my mom committed suicide from loss months later on my eleventh birthday. I lived in a 100 square foot room in the roughest part of town and the only reason I have a place to stay is because of Eddie. A gang leader I ran into when I turned twelve. He took me in and said that in order for me to survive I needed to follow his rules. Deal his drugs, deliver alcohol, bring in prostitutes. Every bad thing imaginable, for Eddie. I hated him to the bottom of my gut. He turned me into someone I never wanted to be. Someone little kids were told to hide from. I never participated in the actual events. I refused despite Eddie telling me to 'losen up'. But the things he's made me do have turned me into a monster.
The bell rang, and I instantly bolted from the class with no last words. Sprinting down the halls to get away from this. I couldn't breath right. And I refused to allow people to see my weaknesses. I couldn't let them see me cry. That was a rule I held close at all times.
