A Story Of Another Black Girl (Chapter 2)

Time To Start Over

After that she had a few encounters with different boys from the neighborhood, she never found genuine love but it felt good for the meantime. Time after time it was the same heartbreak story, & the same promises. & even though she knew they were lies she took them, they felt good. She was willing to take love whatever form it came in, even the fake to make herself feel better. Just to get that little bit of satisfaction & enjoyment in the small period of time she had with different boys felt good. It felt like everything that she was ever missing or was ever taken from her in her childhood, it was after the sex that she felt how bad the truth hurts. It was nothing more then sex & she knew it, but it was fun while it lasted. Not too long after the night with Redd her & her family moved to Indiana to be closer to her sister's people. It was like a breath of fresh air, because no one knew her & her past. No one knew her demons, & skeletons hidden away in her closet. People can get to know her, for herself & not judge her off what she had done. This was a chance to start fresh & build a new reputation for herself. But even though she was away from Rico & the bullshit with Parkview it still hunted her. The damage was always done, she lost her virginity, her soul, her self love, & her innocence. The pain from everything was irreversible & it hurt, no matter how hard she tried to forget it & now it was worse because after a month of moving she gets taken to get a check up & hears the news. She has chlamydia, & didn't even know. It could be much worse but she can blame no one but herself. It started to feel like she could never get away, like she was trapped but she couldn't let this make her. She got clean, & tried to stay on a steady track but the worse was far from over, & park view wouldn't be her last heartbreak. Because as time went on & she got older, her ways worsened & it seemed as time went on her depression had taken over killing slowly on the inside. She suffered in grave silence, & her life was about to take a turn she had never imagined. She soon was about to meet someone that would send her to the edge & with her problems with her mother it was like her mother did the final push. She would soon not only know what it was like to almost see death, but with a thrust into adulthood she would now understand the true definition of struggle at a early age.