Falling From Cloud 9

Chapter One

LIFE. It hasn't always been easy for me. Primary school was definition of hell, but it wasn't always like that.

The first three years were fine. I was friends with everyone, boys liked me, there weren't hormones to ruin a good friendship and everybody shared their toys.

Year three? I started mixing with some not-so-nice people.

At the start, I figured that there were some unfair people in the world, I just didn't realize that it was life itself that was unfair. Cruel and manipulating. Just like those people who we once called friends that we now call distant memories.

Life has a way of ruining all the right moments.

It likes balance.

Balance is good unless it's your happiness or life in general that depends on it.

Life doesn't always get the balance right.

You can never be happy for too long.

Life brings in something that balances out how much happiness you can have.

Unfortunately it doesn't like to keep a good balance of unhappiness.

Unhappiness can just keep coming and coming in elephant size packages where as the happiness; butterfly sized.

The balance of personality for example; we have all met that person that is all ice no heart.

A cold façade.

A heartless bitch.

They have a back story.

A reason for being that heartless bitch that ruins your already shitty Monday morning. That spoils your appetite for that disgusting piece of shit that someone dares to call food.

Not everyone starts out as a cold, expressionless jerk.

But that back story that led them to this lifestyle; that right there is life working its dark, haunting magic. Changing the balance of their personality, happiness and quite possibly the happiness of others that come along with it.

It's a domino effect really, one person turns sour and ruins another's good mood therefore it continues until the world plunges into a sour mood itself.

Grade three was when I realized that life was cruel.

But grade six was the year I learned that life was that heartless bitch that would ruin my Monday, maybe even my happiness and life along with it.

Who knows how my story will turn out? Like every teenage girl, I dream for the cliché happy ending.

I remind myself that even the broken people end up with a happy ending.

But we see those people who are murdered or die alone after a terrible divorce.

We see those grumpy old fellas that tell us 'rotten teenagers' to get off his lawn.

But they aren't the only people who are affected by this. They aren't the only ones who will die alone or die a tragic death. Or a death that you and I couldn't give two shits about.

What about the murderer? You can't think they die surrounded by friends and family and have tears shed over the loss of another worthless soul.

They just die.

Simple as that.

Alone.

In a cell regretting the things they didn't do in life.

Life is cruel.

It is that heartless bitch that ruins our Monday morning.

It is that old grumpy man that tells you off for walking on his lawn.

It is that criminal locked up without anyone actually knowing the reasons behind why they did it.

It is even that pedophile that is going to kidnap your teenage daughter one gloomy night.

Life is all that is cruel in this world.

You and I have it.

Both life and cruelty.

Life gave birth to us so it is only natural that cruelty runs in the blood of every single thing that is something on this planet.

Whether we choose to express it is a whole other story.

Life is a bitch and so am I.

I just choose who to.

Unfortunately life is a bitch to everyone.

And my life is one hell of a bitch fight.

A/N: Okay tbh, I don't even know how far I will get with this story. I don't know how far the story will get with me.

This isn't one of your cliché stories unless the heavens answer my prayers.

Before you start on about how I should plan stories out or at least know what I want it to be about, I gonna tell you now; this story doesn't work like that.

I have decided to share my story with you.

It may not be interesting for some, others may find it to be some sort of... I don't really know.

And no, this isn't one of those depressing stories where someone dies or abandons me, no. They don't start cutting or anything.

I won't use real names here of course and for the few of you who know who this account belongs to: if you find a character that relates to you in a lot of ways... well I guess tou might find out how I really felt all those times when you fucking back stabbed me and I forced a smile on just to protect your bitchy little asses.

Some scenarios in this will be made up to cover some details I don't want people to know and in some parts details will be scarce because tbh through this I was a lost soul and wasn't completely in it at the time and quite a few things were kept from me.

I hope I don't offend anyone and if you know who I am... keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut. I get enough shit just living with memories I don't need others to know who I am.

A lot of feelings expressed during this story are just what the story is; my past.

I would appreciate that if you do know who I am that you won't question me or bring it up with me.

It is hard enough sharing this story with you but I want to.

Please don't make it harder than it has to be.

I love you and to everyone I truly cared about in this story: I still care about you and no matter what shit you put me through, I will always care even if you strangled me with my own hands.

Feelings don't turn off and as harmless as things seem there is always a bullet to the gun.

Thankyou if you made it this far in.

It was just important that you knew that stuff and if any of you are looking for a cheesy rom-com you are in the wrong place.

Please evacuate through your nearest exit if you can't face reality and realize that some of this shit is real.

Anyway luv ya. Xx

~Anonymous