My Hero

Chapter 1

Have you ever wondered what life woud be like if you didn't have to go through pain and sorrow? It would be great wouldn't it?Alisha never felt the happiness that many people spoke about.From the time she was four years old her life continued to crash down on her.

It was happening again. Life was crashing down on me like it did three years ago. Just as I was doing better and everything seemed to be falling into place, thats when life decided to go downhill.I was sitting in the corner of my bedroom crying my eyes out.I didnt have anyone in my life to turn to for comfort. I thought I was alone before, but I realized I wasn't really alone until now.I didn't have a single family member. I was alone and had to suffer all of this pain on my own. There was no one to tell me that it was going to be ok. There was no one to be strong for me. There was no one there to hold on to me and make me feel like everything was going to go back to normal. There was no normal now. What would I do without a single family member? They all left me here to suffer. I cant cope with this.

First, it was my grandparents who passed away when I was only 4 years old. I loved them so much. I remember when I used to always go over their house during school breaks and they would treat me like an angel. They meant the world to me. The day my parents told me that they got in a car accident I was so sad and I felt like I lost a part of me, because of how special they were. Five years after my grandparents passed away, my cousin, Ameera passed away because of a hit and run. This hit me hard. I couldn't believe it. The person that I called my cousin and bestfriend died because of some idiot who was drunk while driving. She was only eleven years old, and her life was ended. Knowing that she died I couldn't find myself being attached to anyone anymore. So I became anti-social. I didnt speak to any of the kids at my school, and I ruined all of my friendships. I became very alone, but thats what comforted me. Two years later, I felt much better about what happened to Ameera, so I decided to become social once again. Everything was going perfectly fine. I had met a girl named Elizabeth who was very nice, and fun to be around. She reminded me of Ameera, which made me like her even more. A few months after we became friends Elizabeth caught pneumonia and it made her very sick. She lost alot of weight and she also became pale. She became so weak that she couldn't even attend school. After a few weeks, she passed away. I was shocked. At this point,I hated my life. I was losing everyone that I valued. Her death made me remember the pass deaths in my family. I had a breakdown. I considered commiting suicide, because all the pain that I was going through in the pass few years felt as if it hurt more than death. But I was afraid because if I survived I would have to face my parents. So i just coped with Elizabeth's death as I did with the pass deaths. Seven years later, I watched my brother get beaten to death in front of me. He had joined a gang and decided to get out but he had to be beaten first and if he survived he could leave. But he was beaten so brutally that he ended up dying before we arrived at the hospital. I became depressed and I began cutting myself because I had to deal with the pain some way. And when I cut I felt much better.

Now here I was three years later, at the age of twenty-one crying in the corner of my room because a couple of hours ago I found out that my parents were victims of a shooting in a mall parking lot. My thoughts flashed back to the moment my mother called me to ask if I could join her and my father for lunch. I told her I had to go grocery shopping and I would just head home after that. She was upset that I wasn't going over for lunch, but she didnt say anything about it.Now, I regretted every minute of that conversation.If I agreed on joining them for lunch I would've probably held them up, or maybe even cause them to stay home. But I didn't want to be bothered with them so I decided to be selfish and give an excuse for not going.I didn't know how to deal with this. I lost everyone, I had no one left. I felt lost and alone.After sitting there for three hours crying and thinking about the possible outcomes if I would've joined them for lunch, I decided to go to the bar for a drink.

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After driving for thirty minutes, I finally arrived at my favorite bar, The Immigrant. I loved this bar because of the music that Bob, the manager played,and I was a very old customer, so everyone that worked there knew me, andwe were like family. Upon entering the bar I saw two of my old friends, Jake and Lisa. We were friends in highschool, but we went our separate ways and i didn't see them after that. They were shocked as i was, so they approached me.

"OMG! Jake can you believe it? Its Alisha. Hi Alisha!"

"whats up Lisha?"Jake said.

"Wow omg! Hi Jake and Lisa. How have you guys been?

"great and you?"they said in unison

"I've been alright."

After our greetings we decided to sit at our favorite spot when we were younger, and catch up with whats been going on with all of us.We talked, drank,and laughed about things we used to do in highschool. After a while, we were all tired so we decided to get going. I was very happy to see them because they got my mind off of my parents for a while.