Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named rose. She was loved by many mostly her family and relatives.
Until it was too much, she received too much love.
The love turn into obsession and then became a thorn to her.
A beautiful rose with tho...
"Why can't you be like your older brothers. They're smart not only academically but in sports too?"
It's all the same.
Same white Walls caging me, same voice that I can easily notice just a mile radius due to the every day session and same words she always says.
There is nothing new.
"Are you listening Ms. Collahen?"
Lifting my eyes at her, I stretch out my hand yawning at the same time. Shes the school counselor and it's ridiculous how she got the job. I use to think that she bribe her way through college just to get a diploma. She's the worst counselor I could ever dream of.
The teachers and even the principal was bias. Comparing me to my brothers, ha!
I'm my own person and I don't want to be like them, I would never be like them.
So all this comparison shits that they're talking about was no use to me.
If you didn't care, then you won't be hurt.
"Yes I am and I know exactly what you gonna say next. The line goes from "Your father and even your mother is smart. Why can't you be like them? Do you have problems with them? Or shits like that. Why can't you just understand that Im not my brothers nor my father and mother. Stick that to your f*cking brain! You old hag!"
Finishing myself with an insult to her, I could see her forehead creasing and her face going dark. Before she could say another freaking comforting words to me I walk out. Not even bothering the stares I get as I shut the door forcefully.
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My baby, my dual sport motorcycle chilling there waiting for me. Running my hands through it, I savor the feeling of my baby being mine finally. It was tough and I have to do some odd and hard jobs but it was well worth it. Also,my father won't have the chance to take it from me and I can avoid my family in a closed space vehicle.
Driving was always a form of release to me. I love how my hair flies with the breeze, the way my body and motorcycle syncs perfectly and how free I feel everytime I go for a ride.
That counselor can f*ck herself.
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I'm not promoting self harming and suicide. I don't want it to happen to anyone.
I hope you support this book. Because for me, this book is much much more.
I release all my sadness and emotions through this book.
Although this is fiction, it doesn't mean that it not real. Everyone needs help and some just some people to accompany them. To stand by their side.
