The Descent

The Descent

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When was it that everything imploded? When is the exact moment that everything went downhill? What happens, you're left there confused with only the pieces of your life to put back together. And there's no manual telling you what to do and how to do it you are left alone. Did you ever ask yourself those questions? For Cynthia and Dan, it might have been when lies and secrets were kept. Illusions were made and unmade. But when did it all began? For a couple that had everything going for them; families that loved and supported them, friends, thriving careers. The fall was even more brutal, shattering their entire world. Discoveries were made, expectations weren't met and every little bottom was pushed in order to come to this single conclusion, You, are not the person I thought you were. The Descent is the pieces, those moments of a couple that lived in this constructed idea of a life. And when one of them derived from the script everything unravels.
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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