As his arms had started to blanket around me, I unexpectedly pushed him away but wasn't very successful due to his larger physique. "You can't just come back here and expect things to be the way they were! And then like any other tragic love story, you hug me, and kiss me, and try to feed me bullshit by saying that everything is going to be-" I cut myself off as I soon began to choke on my tears and the rain. He only ignored my words and wrapped me up in his arms as yet another boom of thunder erupted around us. Even if his shirt and his jacket were soaked in rain, I was amazed by how warm he still was while I continued to freeze my ass off during this shitty weather. Eventually I had begun to lose the feeling in my hands after holding onto his jacket for so long as I started to sob into his chest. He had remained silent since giving me that sincere, but confusing speech, but he did occasionally hold me tighter and rub my back while I cried for him and because of him. "Jasmine, I-" I had only shook my head which made him stop speaking of the words he was going to say. The words I thought I never would've heard since he had spoken them. And now the words I was always afraid to not just say, but also hear from anyone.. not even myself. "Please.. don't say it. I can't let you do it, let alone say it, at least not to me. Plus you never did, anyway." I told him. "But, why?" He asked, already sounding like he was choked up as well. "You know why," "Why can't I- Why won't you let me?" "Because.." I first said as I tried to sober up from my crying spree but would accidentally slip up. "I'm afraid.." I decided to murmur before my eyes averted to the ground. Soon his hand gently laid against my cheek before he had made me look up at him, meeting those same emeralds I had missed for what felt like decades, though it seemed like they were half the shade they used to be. It wasn't until he finally whispered, "Don't be..."

"Did you want this life?" I got this question a couple times in my life. And every single time someone would ask me this question, I would simply say yes just to spare them the depressing details of my life. I hated lying, but naturally we wouldn't just come out and tell people our whole entire life story. Well, I'm done lying. I'm Savannah Hernandez, 17, and I lived out my life in fear and sadness. I couldn't go one day without looking in my closet and thought, "hm, what outfit isn't going to expose my scars and bruises". That was the life I lived. I have two little sisters, Brianna being 16, and Isabella being only 6. Everything I did was revolved around protecting them. Whether it was a scrape on their knee or my mom and her boyfriends constantly abusing us. This has been going on since I was about 13 years old, and I hated my mother for that. She abandoned us, she drank alcohol daily, and slept with every guy she could get her hands on. I've been living with the mantra "everything happens for a reason." But now I'm not so sure. I still, to this day, could never understand why I was given this life. So, when asked the question, "did I want this life?" No. It was completely and absolutely Unwanted. Follow Savannah through the journey of her Unwanted Life.