●♡●•۰۰•●♡●•۰۰•●♡●•۰۰•●♡●•۰۰•●♡●•۰۰•●♡● She was left crying on the floor. Tear-stained face with her clothes filthy and old. Her hair was in total desolation and her things were scattered on the floor. She is a human, a person who has feelings and emotion, she's not a robot There were only three things she was feeling then, anger, rejection and self-pity. She was an outcast, a person who others believed didn't have any place in this world. She was alone, no family and no friends. She had nothing. But, was it already given that being an isolated person means that she had to be bullied by those kids who always got what they wanted? Yes, they have money, rich parents, the latest gadgets and luxury cars but it's not like she didn't want those too right? She wants those things too. She wants to feel how to be loved and to be respected but it just happened that she is one of those few people who was always stepped on. Even the only things she had, were stolen away from her: DIGNITY and PRIDE She cried her eyes out. Her body was in pain, her heart was in sorrow. No one dare to help her, because she knew, no one would want to be seen with her. She's always alone, she has no one to hold on to. When she cries, there is no one who will dry her tears for her. When she's angry or disappointed, no one will calm her down. When she's sad, no one is there to comfort and console her. When she's in pain, no one will care for her. When she's in jeopardy, no one will stand for her and no one will protect her. When she's losing her hope, no one will assure to her that everything would be alright. And when she's gone, no one will cry for her. That was me, Sandra Simon. A person who wanted to love and to be loved back. A person who wanted to care and to be cared for. A person who wanted to have someone in her side. I'll show them all now, I'm not someone you can step on anymore, I'm not like how I was 10 years ago. I'm not a child anymore. ●♡●•۰۰•●♡●•۰۰•●♡●•۰۰•●♡●•۰۰•●♡●•۰۰•●♡●
That was deep, I'm teary eyed now... I love how people can be so broken then just rise up from the ashes and be so strong and wonderful
Lots of people struggle to find a definition for life, but I've long found my reason to live. As I sat in the cab, watching the familiar streets reapear, I can still vividly recall everything on those days. Afterwards, I remember the hopelessness I felt, my loneliness condition worsened, the fear I felt when getting ready to go school and the desperation for money to pay for bills. . I remembered how happy I felt when I finally turned sixteen, a year where I can finally go out into the world and get a job. While other people my age were going to the mall, hanging out on the basketball court or partying, I was working at McBurgers. (idk, lol had to make something up) It didn't take long to arrive at the my old house. I got out of the cab and attempted to pay the driver who insisted that I didn't need to pay him. "You can pay me by having a fresh start over here again" he said. "Your to kind" I grabbed his rough band and handed the change. "After all, this is your job, have a nice day" I smiled as I closed the cab door. I put down my bags and looked at the small house ahead of myself. Just like I remember it. I reached down and picked my bags up and began to walk forward. Thump My eyes closed as my bags imediently dropped from my hands, and I felt my back falling, but to be caught by big, strong palm behind me. "th..thank you" I said as I regained my balance and straitened out my blue summer dress. Looking up I saw flashes, all around. What is this! My heart began to race as I stood there, I quickly changed my viewpoint towards the groud and covered my face with my hands. "Still wearing childish panties I see" it was him, the one person I did not want to see ever again. It was always him. Whether he was poking me, humiliating me, tricking me, pushing me, tripping me, confusing me, taunting me, mocking me, scaring me, ignoring me, pulling my hair, burning my ribbons, peeking at my underwear, scarring me emotionally, physically and mentally, annoying me in general, kissing me to make fun of me or helping me through tough times, he always got to me, and I hated this. Heck, he was even getting to me now just by standing next to me as I thought of all this. Because of him, I had thrown so many tantrums, screamed and yelled so many times, lashed out at so many people and even injured a few. And it was all his fault and it was because of him I had to apologize a zillion and one times for causing damage to the school grounds. It was all his stupid fault. I raised my head to steal a quick glance at him from the corners of my eyes, my eyebrows furrowing angrily. Perfect as ever. His slightly tanned skin blended with his dark black hair. Loose strands of hair perfectly framed his oval shaped head. Glazing red eyes brought out his natrual beauty, and i couldn't help but stare. His thick dark eyebrows showed content, but friendly at the same time. He was truly the man of any woman's dream. "I see you still have a crowd, bastard"
Gimme, gimme update! Wall me when you do please I dont use this word often, especially to describe stories, but this is perfect.