This Is It

Prolouge

Nirvana White, she was living a normal life with normal people, right? Wrong. She had many demons, mainly residing in the memories that lingered in her mind. The dark sparking the memories of screams, broken glass and blaring sirens. 6 years since any of these things had happened but that didn't mean things got any better.

Even her family and the ones she knew best pretended that it was okay, that her childhood hasn't affected her. Passed her bad behavior off as a rebellious teen phase and not a cry for help. She may be 16 but inside she's still a terrified 6 year old hanging on the walls of her own head, fighting for a way out.

How bad could it have really been? How badly did it really mess her up? Was she just being over dramatic or was it even worse than anyone could have possibly imagined? The answer is simple, it was worse. Much, much worse. From a young age her mother had been in and out of the picture, being forced back countless times. She still remember the fighting of her parents, the drug addict parents that neglected and abused her and her sister, Haley. I guess her parents didn't mean to, it was the drugs, they were happy when they were sober. Oh how I wish that was true.

Even without the drugs she woke up on school nights to the sounds of screaming and fighting, waking up to their faces swollen and to broken teeth. She still remember the nights she went without food and the nights she snuck into her sister's room so hug her and not have to sleep alone. How badly and harsh her father treated her over the years. But she disregarded it because of fear and because he was one the that stayed. Even without a mother and without money he worked to give her food and make sure she stayed alive. That gave him the right to treat her however he wanted to. He could tell and hit her as much as he wanted because atleast she was alive, atleast she wasn't dead, no matter how much she longed to be.

She didn't want to remember any of it. She didn't want to relive it every single day. She hated going to school and acting happy in front of all of her friends. She despised how she could never truly trust anyone and how despite that she got overly attached. But no, of-course she was completely sane and normal. Her life was great and nobody could ever tell any different.