Growing up I had a great life. Great parents, anything a child could ask for. Nothing seemed wrong with my life until I got older. My family split up and that's when everything got messy. That's when everything bad seemed to start happening. My mom...
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This is me now. When growing up things were much better. I had everything I could ask for, an amazing family. As a family we did everything together, we had so much fun. I was an only child. I liked it but I got lonely sometimes so I would wish for a brother. I never thought things would get how it is now. I never thought as a kid where I would be at today. Or what could happen to my perfect family. But I guess you never really know.
-Let me tell you about my past-
It all started when I was 9 years old. I saw my family getting worse. But I didn't think anything of it. They were arguing all the time. I hated it so much but I still didn't think it would get worse. About 5 months before my 10th birthday, my family split up. It was the worst thing to ever happen. And I had to pick which one I wanted to live with, and that made it worse. I couldn't handle it but I hat to choose. I choose my mom. I love both my parents equally but I had to only choose one of them.
About a month of my parents split up I could still feel the heart ache in me and my parents. I visited my dad on weekends. But I could tell he was hurt, he barely talks to me now. I couldn't handle it, so one night I waited for my mom to fall asleep. I got a bag and put some clothes in it and grabbed my money I was saving. I put a note on the counter and when I knew my mom was asleep I crawled out my window. I didn't know what to do because I was only 9 years old. I was away from home for tow days. But running away didn't help me from my pain, it actually made me feel worse. So I headed back home. When I got there my mom was so happy and she made a few phone calls to let people know she found me. So months went by, then a few years. I began to feel okay again. My parents didn't seem to upset anymore. So when things got back to normal I was relieved. But there was still a little pain. I started to live a normal childhood with my mom. Things were getting better. About 6 months later I was laying in my bed. And my mom was in her room sleeping. But I heard noises coming from the kitchen. But I thought it was just our dog so I went to sleep. When I woke up the next morning my mom was still in her bed. I went to go wake her up to make breakfast. When I walked up to her I put my hand on her to shake her. But I screamed when I noticed something. I couldn't believe what I saw. MY MOM WAS DEAD. I quickly dialed 911. I thought my family splitting up was the worst thing, but it wasn't, this was.
So I had to go live with my dad. The police says my mom killed herself because a note next to her bed explained it. But I didn't believe that. The noises I heard in the kitchen was probably her killer.
About a year later I was 12. Things were going alright. I was still suffering from the death of my mother. My dad said he still loved my mom even during the divorce. Time flew by. By the time I was 13 and about to turn 14 things seemed to be getting better. But then when I got to 14 years old my father died from a heart attack. I am so confused. After my family split up all I got was bad luck. And now I was parentless. I couldn't be happy anymore. Everything seemed horrible. Why did this happen? Why did my parents die?
Now I recently turned 15, I met a boy and he seems to make me happy. So things got better. For now...
