My name is Valentine Ann Peters. I have brunette hair and green eyes. Most would recognize me as the tall, skinny, brunette chick who always gave out warm smile, but on the inside struggled with depression and was broken beyond belief. I am 15 years old, or at least I was. And my theory on life is - - um, I guess that is why I am here, in this black party dress and in this white room.
I remember going to the jail on March 25th. To most this date wouldn’t matter, but to me, it is the reason that I fought to survive in this cruel and hostile world. I was seven, and I went to go visit my uncle, the only person who told me that I was worth so much more that what my parents told me growing up. My parents never wanted me, neither did my older sister Hazel. Five minutes after I promised him that I would never forget that he loved me more than life itself, and using a bed sheet he hung himself from a pipe in his cell.
During the funeral on April 7th, they called his family up to pay their respects, but I refused to get up. My mother came and grabbed my hand, in an attempt to bring me up to pay my respects to him, and all I could think to do was to run out of that little church. So I did. As the …show more content…
But instead, I woke up to my dad passed out on the couch and played a game of don't tip over the empty beer cans on the floor. When I got home it was 5:00 pm and my parents were on the couch watching football and getting drunk instead of wishing me a happy birthday. So I went into the kitchen grabbed out the ice cream cake I had bought Yesterday and added tons of extra ice cream to the plate. When alone in my room I tried to reassure myself saying it was no big deal, they always forgot… and then I went to my usual fix my heavy metal screamo rock music and just blasted the one song over and over through my
I remember going to the jail on March 25th. To most this date wouldn’t matter, but to me, it is the reason that I fought to survive in this cruel and hostile world. I was seven, and I went to go visit my uncle, the only person who told me that I was worth so much more that what my parents told me growing up. My parents never wanted me, neither did my older sister Hazel. Five minutes after I promised him that I would never forget that he loved me more than life itself, and using a bed sheet he hung himself from a pipe in his cell.
During the funeral on April 7th, they called his family up to pay their respects, but I refused to get up. My mother came and grabbed my hand, in an attempt to bring me up to pay my respects to him, and all I could think to do was to run out of that little church. So I did. As the …show more content…
But instead, I woke up to my dad passed out on the couch and played a game of don't tip over the empty beer cans on the floor. When I got home it was 5:00 pm and my parents were on the couch watching football and getting drunk instead of wishing me a happy birthday. So I went into the kitchen grabbed out the ice cream cake I had bought Yesterday and added tons of extra ice cream to the plate. When alone in my room I tried to reassure myself saying it was no big deal, they always forgot… and then I went to my usual fix my heavy metal screamo rock music and just blasted the one song over and over through my