Broken

•Chapter One•

When I was little, I thought me life was

perfect; but that was only because no one

told me the truth, until I saw it for myself.

      I had my mother, my grandfather and

grandmother, four siblings, who I got to see

twice a year, and a father who I rarely ever 

got to visit.

     As I grew older I started to notice things

my family was hiding from me; my mother

was crying all the time, my father always

had a beer in his hand, my grandmother

and grandfather were never together

anymore and the one person who

reassured me that no matter what, that

everything was gonna be okay, was my 

grandfather.

      My grandpa was my everything, he put

me before everyone and everything, he

was always there for me when no one else

was, I know I should have appreciated this,

-which I did- very much, but it also hurt

because I knew this was everything I

wanted in a father and more, he was

everything my father wasn't. And that's the

exact reason, it hurt so much to lose him.

     My grandpa and I have so many great

memories in our old trailer house; riding

the four-wheeler in the big open feild to

check on cows and chickens, sitting on the

porch and watching the sun going down

and singing our favorite songs, watching

the stars at night, and when I was sad, he

would take me to get ice cream and go

shopping, and then we would stay up late

and watch Andy griffith. My grandpa

always knew what to do to cheer me up.

     I dont remember exactly how old I was

When I met Sara but I do remember we

Were instantly best friends. Sara and I

Were the kind of best friends who were

inseparable.

     We hung out practically everyday, in the

summer's we hung out At the creek down

the road or drive the four-wheeler down

trails, and when grandpa would let us, we

rode red, the old horse, around the feild or

On trails. At nights we would stay up past

Our bed time just talking.

For five years this went on. Even at

school we only had each other, this was

okay though because we didn't need

anyone else. Everything was perfect,

Or that's what I thought at least.

She wasn't at school that day. I had

turned thirteen that week and got my first

phone, so I wondered why she wouldn't

text me. I thought Maybe she just came

down with a common Cold and forgot to

Tell me, that was until I returned home.

When I got off the bus I was eager to go

inside and text sara, but when I walked

inside I instantly noticed something was

Off. My family was all sitting there, almost

like they were waiting for me, my

grandmother, My grandfather, my mother,

and father.

     I Knew something was wrong when I

Noticed Sara's parents sitting there, I could

Tell by there tear stained eyes that

something had happened, but I never

expected the reality of what I heard next.