I keep telling myself that hanging out with Mary is going to be better, that maybe I'm actually going to be included for once. But it keeps repeating the same trend.
So I just feel alone...
You twisted me like long strands of red hair in your beautifully bony fingers, and then painted me the darkest shade you knew.
{ The story of a girl who regrets not doing the very context described. }
A brief story about my thoughts of a "what if" about my twin brother. What if he wasn't the way he was? What if I could do something to make it all be okay again?
What if.
It's a simple thing really, a question of whether you or someone else chose the right path. The answer on the other hand is quite tricky.
What if you could change one thing in the past that would create an entirely new present? What would happen to you?
This is my story. This is what I want to change, and what would happen if I could.
Pasts. We all have a past. It may contain happiness, sadness, joy, stubbornness, rebellion, and love. We all have a thing we wish we could change. That thing being great or small, it affects us in one way or another.
I waited for him to say those words I so wanted to hear. I waited.
Based off a true story.
[my entry in the #13reasonswhycontest]
*names in this story have been changed*