I AM WRITING, YES, ANOTHER STORY! BUT! I NEED HELP COMING UP WITH A TITLE! I'LL COPY AND PASTE THE SUMMARY HERE AND YOU GUYS CAN TELL ME YOUR IDEAS!
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Growing up, I was taught to appreciate the things I do get in life rather than what I can't get. Haven't we all?
This only comes into play around the time I turned 16. The whole mood and lifestyle of my family changed because my wonderful role model of a sister, Vanessa, packed her bags and kicked it out of here to England to attend college.
With Vanessa gone, not doing the things my parents should have been doing all along, the household fell apart. I did all the cleaning, cooking, and running to do errands while my parents take to drinking a lot. This is a lot to ask of a teenager.
On my 18th birthday, to congratulate me on taking care of them for two years, my parents booted me to the curb with only what I could fit into my backpack.
Not thirty minutes go by before I hear the screams of my mother as two gun shots sounds, no doubt my father killing the both of them.
Just when I thought things had calmed down, I find out that my father had attempted to murder my sister Vanessa a few days ago, her now being in a coma, brain dead.
I decided then, at that moment, that I have had enough. There is no way this could get any better, there's no point in life for me anymore. I lost my family, home, and worth all at once.
I had raced to my favorite cliff that over looks the ocean that same day. Taking a giant leap, I plummeted down to what was supposed to be my relieving death. Instead, someone below catches me.
That someone's name is River, who continues to stop my next attempts at suicide. It's like he wants me to live an eternal life of denial and suffering.
River devotes his life to making me see the worth of living, but honestly, he's already killing me inside.
And just when I thought it was all over, River gives me a glimmer of something no one else could show me.
Love.