{Sarah's POV}
Why does everyone think that there's something wrong with me? Heck, what am I
saying there is something wrong with me. My life is not normal. I don't even think society considers me normal. I wish my life was normal. I wish my mom never died, I wish my dad didn't make the mistakes he did, I wish dean wasn't such an A-hole, and I wish that I was happy for once in my life. That's all I can do basically, wish and wait. That's all I can hold onto al my dreams, wishes, and hopes. That's all I have to get me through the struggle of what I call life. Like my mom used to tell me when I was little,"Things happen for certain reasons, and we may never know all of them but what we can know is whether were gonna let it make us stronger or weaker." That's what I hold onto. That's what got me through my pain. That's what got me through the fact that I was broken like glass and I had the choice whether to pick up the pieces;and put them together, but they'll still be there. All those cracks will hardly be shown but mostly felt. All those scars my dad left behind are still with me. All those hurtful words and things that he'd say are stuck to me like super glue. I can't let go no matter how hard I try. I turned to alcohol, drugs, and self harm. I wanted to one day never wake up and die. I didn't want to face another day. My mom got me through that, she fought a long battle of cancer and I was gonna fight my battle like my mom did; with strength and courage. And I wasn't gonna give up. I'm still not gonna give up. I'm gonna fulfill my mothers dreams and wishes. I'm gonna do what she would've wanted to do. Live life to its fullest.
