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A Short Account of a Depressing Experience Involving Manic Actions and the Sky
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Complete, First published Jan 13, 2013
Literally a non-fiction short account of a depressing experience involving manic actions and the sky... among many other things. I don't care about how many reads or comments or votes this gets because it isn't a proper work. This is me; a messy, jumbled, unstable human. My thoughts are just there. There was no way I could recount the whole experience, so I stuck to the key points. This isn't meant to be heart wrenching, poetic or whatever. It's just me.
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Broken. I'd say that's a good way to describe me. Even as the world fell to pieces, I still desperately tried to collect mine, hoping that maybe I could put myself back together. But when the world turned evil and dark, and insanity fell upon the innocent, I had no choice but to build a new Beth. A new girl. That way, no matter how many people I was forced to kill, I wouldn't shatter. Excerpt: The mistakes of your past will affect your future. I've figured that out over the years of mistakes I've seen bleed from my parents. I don't really know how to describe the consequences of those mistakes, because you can see them all over my body. You can see the bruises from the beatings and the pain flashing in my eyes. The moment you realize I won't smile at you because you're a man who could potentially overpower me and harm me... it's heartbreaking for some people. I've gotten used to the belt lashes and the screaming and the crying and the rejection. So much so that when it was taken away, that scared little girl inside of me tore through my walls, and I broke. Yet, after all the crap I saw and the suffering I endured without the help of my parents, I realized I could handle it. I could shove away the terrified me and fight. I could fight for my friends, and for my sister. Maybe I'll die, maybe I won't. But either way, I'm going to fight to survive until I draw my final breath.