Things That Were.

"Why don't you tell us your story" she said nicely. Everyone seemed to be nicer around me now, but I'm sure it's just because they're afraid I might get bad again.

"It's a very long one" I sighed and hoped that my lame excuse would help me avoid talking about my past.

I know that a lot of people have had it worse, but that doesn't change the fact that I've had what I've had.

"That's okay, we have a lot of time" her sweet voice was beginning to irritate me. I gave up as I knew that they would make me talk one way or another. I tried to remember every single detail about those days. Back to when it all happened.

"It all started one day when.." and just like that I began to tell the story about the things that were.