I've not had the greatest of childhoods , but who cares. My Mom and Dad got divorced before i was born. I've never actually have seen my dad. We don't have any photos of him and we don't talk about him. He left and he doesn't want me, however, he was abusive to my mom so good riddiance to him. I'm Okay. My mom is by polar and as i was growing she was off her Medicine, an alcoholic (at one point), and had abusive boyfriends.I'm Okay. One of her boyfriends was super abusive and mean he would curse and break things and my mom and me would be trembling upon the pull out couch n a shabby apartment but I'm Okay. My mom got pregnant and her boyfriend tried to kill her and so she finally somewhat got her life together and moved even farther away with my brand new sister. I'm Okay. My Grandparents are like my parents and far more better than my real parents and I've stayed at their house since i was a baby and visited my mom whenever i got the chance but i desperately wanted my mom to come. And I did when my Grandpa died of cancer and my mom came back forever. I'm Okay.
I'm Okay
These two words were how I, Olivia Jones, got through my childhood and life. Honestly, I'm not Okay. I've never been "Okay". What even is the definition. I can't tell you for sure. This is how I go through life with my wall nothing can hurt me. With my mask no one can see me.
Life is kind of good right. I live in a beautiful house that has a wonderful hammock where I sit, read, and sometimes sing. Reading and Singing are great outlets for me without losing my wall towards people. I also have the most awesome neighbor who lost her leg but keeps on going and is the most joyful lady ever.
when I went home from school one day, I went to bring flowers to my neighbor, as I do. Then when i walked through the house i found out that she had died. Naturally, i went home balled my eyes out. Why does Life have to be like this?
Weeks and Weeks went by until someone bought the next door house. Whoever it is won't be as good as a neighbor as her, she was the most kind and sweet person i ever met. But guess I'm Okay.
So turns out the people who bought the house was a single mom and her teenage son. My guess is he is around a year or so older than me, maybe even the same age. He was fairly tall and a little muscular. Although not like I'm noticing. But I think he is trying to make me by having his shirt off when playing basketball with all his friends ( and his friends had their shirt off too)
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On The Inside
General FictionOlivia has gone through so much in her life and through everything she has kept her feelings on the inside and that is where they remain until she gets a new neighbor across the street.
