Stay Strong: The Diaries of a Cutter. (On Hold!)

~Sabal~

~Sabal~

My name is Sabal, Sabal Leigh Wiley. I’m barely sixteen. I’m a free spirited person, speaking freely and openly. That’s what I’ve been taught. Kids at school call me free loader or loser. I’m neither of those. In my eyes my load is heavier and bigger than what I should have to deal with at this age and I’m not a loser. If I’ve seen and done things that haunt your nightmares and I’m still here, standing. I’m not a loser; I’ve won in more ways than you can count.

Yeah so what if I’m always in the music room or in the art room, making music or a work of art or just hanging out. That’s my business not yours. Music and art are the only things keeping me from ripping apart a large amount of the kids at school. And that’s bad because I’m not a violent person.

Anyways, I’ve always thought destiny would choose my path. I don’t choose it. I never thought fate would put so many obstacles in my way. I’ve always been opened minded, free to the possibilities that have no end. And so far destiny has been giving me an alright hand. Yeah, I lost my parents in a house fire when I was seven but I’m still here. I have the biggest secret in the whole world floating around in my head. I caused the fire that claimed my parents’ lives. I thought I was old enough to have a candle on in my room but my mom said I wasn’t allowed. That night I snuck a candle and some matches into my room and lit the match. I accidently dropped it and my bedding caught fire. I was frozen until a fire man came and saved me. Since then I’ve been walking around carrying this burden of a secret with me.

Everything was falling apart, until I met her. Heather Smith was my hero and she wanted me. She’s saved me in more ways than one but she wasn’t who she played out to be. She wasn’t very nice; she’d get jealous whenever I’d look at anybody else. She’d be extremely angry when I didn’t do something the way she wanted. In result of all the stress and free I found my release but it wasn’t very good. When my granddad died a while ago I lost control nearly died. My Gran is sending me all the way from Florida to Maine. She thinks I’ll get better, I have my hopes, but destiny and fate aren’t on my side.