Her Story

Hello, my name is Brooklyn. This is my story.

I've never been your ideal writer but I can try, no promises but that wont stop me. I don't really how to start this so just hang with me. I'm your average 18 year old who's trying to find her place in this world. Not every person that walks this planet knows how to understand us teenagers that walks with them too. I like to read, seems to be the only escape I can get when reality hits me to hard and music seems to understand me more than anyone else I come in contact to. It's funny how some lyrics can describe so much of what's happening to you. I'll be the one sitting on the bleachers with my nose in a good book with a fairy tale I long to be in. I'm not much of a person who wants to be in everything, I rather sit from a far and watch people figure out there lives. Some people are just so care free and do what there hearts are set out to do. I wish I was like that, but I'm not clearly. I envy them, oh how I envy them with a great passion. I'm like a puppet wishing its strings would just snap already so I can I cant gp home already. Sometimes I think life just takes a turn on people just to see how long they would last. You know when there struggling, you can see it in there eyes. Like when you walk into a coffee shop for example. They have dark bags under there eyes, looking out the window, slowly sipping on the tea or coffee. With a frown painted on there face from deep in thought. I do that mostly every day waiting for the next horrible thing to happen.

Its so unfair how things turn out for people, how there just waiting to snap. I look up to people who hold out for so long. Im walking on a rope, no a fucking string just waiting for it to snap so I can fall. But I have to stay strong for the people who lean on me for their own sane comfert. I cant say I blame anyone for how I turned out but a lot of things made me walk in a direction that lead me to where I am today. I lost a lot of family time because of the fighte my father and mother had. They drove themself mad, so made that a divorce was the only answer for them. I would like to believe they were in love once, but there yelling and the way they act tells me there love was for show and to say they could work. They got married to young becasue my mom had my oldest brother Andrew at 17 and wanted there relastionship to last. 15 and no parents to share. One house or the other. I was sick and tired of going place to place so my mother packed us up and left. We moved a totally of 5 times before our first family death came for a vist. My twin brother Donny was killed in a car accident when him and I tunred 17. He got his first car and took it for a drive for hours. Night time was starting to fall when we got the call. A drunk driver had crashed into him killimg him right then and there. On his birthday. I never knew what a heartbreak felt like, I only thought it was for when lovers torn apart from eachother, but no. This was far more painful then a heartbreak, this was excruciating. He wasent only my twin brother but he was my bestfriend, my other half and he was far to young to leave us, to leave me. Weeks turned into months as I stayed in my room, cryingmyself to sleep at not only the loose of my brother but of everything that has been going on in my life from the start. My father remarried, my mother became depressied but never showed. She never was home becasue she worked all day to try and provied for us. I got a job at 16 to try and help. My mother never really noticed how much we were falling apart. My oldest cant move away, my second oldest brother is struggling to finish college and I myself, highschool. My youngest brother is close to being home schooled or having to have a tourter at my highschool. I started to become depressied and so stressed I'd go days without sleep. I became distracted with every thing, my mother started to date a man who doesnt even live in the damn country. He's a Brit and my mom has been dating him for a while and we didnt even know untill a few weeks after my birthday. We are moving to London to join him and his son which means I have to leave Donny. I fought against going but I lost against my mother. There is no words to this adventure im taking, no thought are thoughts and no tears are allowed to be shed. This is a never ending road for me and all I can do is look out a window a wish things would be different. God please help me for this path Ill be taking.

Sooooooooooo this is my new stroy, I cant seem to stick to one so I hope you like it!!!!! Please do share this so it cant become and good read!!! :)