This isnt a happy story or an epic romance, the girl won meet the boy and fall hopelessly in love anf there wont be a cut and dry ending. Because this is life and the reality i like to claim i live in isnt one type of story. It’s multiple and endless
It’s the quiet moments, the ones that make your breath short, and sometimes it’s a pit of bitterness and despair that clutches your heart and refuses to let go of it’s grasp.
The people in this are real not one dimensional characters i made up in my mind, the situations arent just one fleeting moment but intertwined of those little and big moments. Of course there will be some laughter in them special spaces in time, but there is tragedy because it’s expected.
I’d like to think my personal story …show more content…
Before i was just a fourteen year old girl at a house party, after i was just trying to make the days blend into one.
Before my mother’s drinking was just another messed up thing in the family, after she was trying to drown out the pain, my family was now broken so i had to take care of her when she fell and spilt her head open on a candle stick and tumbled into the bath. I was trying and failing to get her out, slipping on the blood that had her and the bathtub covered. I couldnt get her out, my hand stuck to her clothes and i was to weak to carry her body that was fulled with booze.
I cant tell you how i got the blood of of my hands, but i must have because in-between checking her pulse while her husband slept soundless beside her my hands were squeaky clean. No evidence of it happening except for the gash on her head and her mumblings of how i had pushed her and it was all my fault.
My mother died four months after my brother, some would say it was because we had a curse over the family, but it was just her liver that had failed, her skin and eyes a sickish yellow. I had watched her eyes roll back as i enterd the room, my eldest brother yelling for me to get
It’s the quiet moments, the ones that make your breath short, and sometimes it’s a pit of bitterness and despair that clutches your heart and refuses to let go of it’s grasp.
The people in this are real not one dimensional characters i made up in my mind, the situations arent just one fleeting moment but intertwined of those little and big moments. Of course there will be some laughter in them special spaces in time, but there is tragedy because it’s expected.
I’d like to think my personal story …show more content…
Before i was just a fourteen year old girl at a house party, after i was just trying to make the days blend into one.
Before my mother’s drinking was just another messed up thing in the family, after she was trying to drown out the pain, my family was now broken so i had to take care of her when she fell and spilt her head open on a candle stick and tumbled into the bath. I was trying and failing to get her out, slipping on the blood that had her and the bathtub covered. I couldnt get her out, my hand stuck to her clothes and i was to weak to carry her body that was fulled with booze.
I cant tell you how i got the blood of of my hands, but i must have because in-between checking her pulse while her husband slept soundless beside her my hands were squeaky clean. No evidence of it happening except for the gash on her head and her mumblings of how i had pushed her and it was all my fault.
My mother died four months after my brother, some would say it was because we had a curse over the family, but it was just her liver that had failed, her skin and eyes a sickish yellow. I had watched her eyes roll back as i enterd the room, my eldest brother yelling for me to get