Have you ever had a lie that took over your life without you ever realizing it? Has a little white lie ever turned into something drastic that you would never be able to reverse? Luckily if this hasn't happened to you yet maybe I can make sure it never happens to you...
Moving for me was something I thought I would've never had to go through, but sadly it was. Moving away from all of my friends, from everything that was familiar to me it made me cry just thinking about losing everyone, just becoming a distant memory.
We had the whole summer together, making every week count like it was our last weeks on earth. Partying, drinking, smoking, our town wasn't the best town to grow up in, dirty, full of drugs, very high crime rate. If you didn't touch weed or alcohol in high school you were a loser.
The memories we were making were all stuck in my head. From the sunsets, we watched on the beach, the Fourth of July fireworks, the many parties we had gone to and didn't remember until we saw all the pictures and videos. We were all living a great life that none of us would want to stop living.
Until October 7th, 2017. I stayed in the town district up until our sophomore fall break, once the break was over I was out of there. This day however made moving a hundred times harder for me.
We were just getting home from our friends beginning of the school year party as we saw police cars rushing by us with their sirens blaring and lights flashing. It was normal for the town so we didn't think anything of it, we kept walking trying to act as sober as we could, cracking our inside jokes and keeping an eye out for anyone who could jump us.
When we finally got to my friends street we saw where all the police cars were heading to. You could hear yelling and screaming from down the street, making us rush to see all of the commotion was coming from her house.
Her dad was being dragged out of the house, he was in cuffs as two other police officers carried her mom out and resuscitated her from whatever shock her husband had put her through. Her dad was yelling at her mom, I can't really remember anything he said since we were so drunk, but I can bet they weren't good things.
Her dad was arrested for assault against his other child who was present at the time and for her mom. It was an emotionally straining process and even though the "problem" was gone nothing had changed.
Our friend wasn't the same after that, she was so out of it, her mother didn't even help her out in the situation. All her mother did from then was talk shit about how he never did anything and talk about how toxic their relationship was. She wasn't upset that he was in jail or worried that her two daughters would be messed up from witnessing their own father get taken away from them. She didn't even seem to be worried about the daughter that almost got shot in the head by her own father.
At this point, I didn't want to move. Hell, I didn't want to move at any point. I just wanted to be there for her and help her get through all of the emotions she's was dealing with. I could care less about anybody else in the school I just wanted her to be happy.
I knew I couldn't change the fact that I was moving, no matter how much I talked to my mom and dad about letting me stay I was going to move, end of story. I wanted to take control of everything and tell my mom and dad we were staying no matter how much they wanted to move because as a selfish teenager I wanted what I thought was best.
As a kid, I was such a control freak. I had to know everything that was going on if it was either with family or friends I always felt the need to stick my two cents into whatever the conversation.
So what happens if you put a control freak like me in a situation where my word is totally useless? Where I can't try to convince my parents to let me stay with a friend or even my grandparents. I shut down. I become a completely different person and I try to throw all of my emotions together just to help my situation and try to make it better for myself.
