All my life I always wished I could grow up and move out of my house and do my own thing. Now I wish I was a child again, relishing in the simplicity of life when my family was whole. I revel in the beautiful memories we had, only to have them tainted by the grotesque thoughts that have taken their place. I knew that some day the addiction would overtake my mother, but I didn't think that fateful time would come so soon. I could sense the change within her instantaneously, as if the alcohol seeped into her veins, leaving her in a state of permanent intoxication. Day by day I was losing her more and more, and along with that I was beginning to lose myself. I was hanging on for dear life to someone who was just hurting me more than I could ever imagine, but I just could not let go of someone that I loved so much. …show more content…
I found myself unraveling as time went on, feelings of hopelessness and loneliness beginning to take control of my life. It is sad to say that my mother was the cause of my self-destruction. In a way, my lacerations are a story of my own, acting as printed words across the canvas of my body. Other times, I look at my scars and see something else. I see a girl who was trying to cope with something horrible, something that she should never have had to live through at all. My scars show pain and suffering endured through this all, but they also show my will to keep going. They're part of my history that will always be there. I would be lying if I didn't say that this was the best and the worst thing to ever happen to me. I became a shut in, composed of my own dark thoughts, but somewhere along the way I connected with my music on a whole new level. The notes on the page weren't just little black dots anymore, they began to have their own story, one that I was able to help shape into my
She felt ashamed for others to see her scars even though all the people of her village wore the same blemishes. The idea that disfigurements were shame had been engrained in her from the time of her birth. Even when living in a village with people wore the same blemishes, her scars made her ashamed. Fortunately, Stephen and Matsu were able to show her the beauty they saw in
For a moment everything was frozen, and the wind blew softer as if it were singing me a lullaby. I barely registered the blood gushing out of the wound through the entire length of my shin. My body went numb as I blankly stared into the treetops above me, swaying in delight as the leaves danced in the wind before scattering the forest floor. My limbs were sprawled out around me at different angles and it wasn’t until my brother’s face appeared in my vision that I snapped out of it. A gut-wrenching pain flared up the side of my right leg, leaving me to howl in agony as T knelt down and carried me like a infant in a mother’s
More than the eyesore down my torso, I was a scar, the jagged, fucked up remains of a tragedy." Scar 's Nomad status gives him a chance to fulfill his one wish, but his lonely mission is interrupted when a possible one-night stand goes horribly wrong. " They say what doesn 't kill you makes you stronger, but what if I can 't live with myself anymore?"
"In terms of emotional scars, I think we all, to some degree, have them. However I was fortunate in that I was a journalist, and I spent a number of years trying to understand what drove the final outcome of Peoples
I felt myself fading away. I didn’t know what to think, what to say, how to react. I was stuck. I could hear in the distance my mom justifying herself and asking me to not tell anyone, as if I could. The walk back to my room seemed like an endless tunnel with no light at the end.
Little by little, parts of my soul were torn from my consciousness, as I saw the people I trained with, lived with, slept with, ate with die, right in front of my
Anyways the point of the story is that I still an indented scar in my cheek. Like I said before I dont remember much so bear with me. Chapter two Sibilings
It seems Scars own insecurity and low self-esteem set her up to be in an abusive relationship. Scar had no common sense when
When i was in the 9th grade, I saw someone in my class being told not to do this, not to say that, and to generally stop being who he is. When I heard that I was conflicted. It was either to stay low and do and do nothing or to say something and stop what was happening. Once i stood up I went out out and corrected him of what he was doing and why it was wrong, even though it was social suicide at this point. Nevertheless, it changed me forever for what I stood up for and what I stand to do.
Smoky bruises and unsettling open skin starkly contrast with smooth, golden brown fur. A surge of nausea floods through me on account of the abominable reality, while my fingers skim over the marred stomach. My heart physically aches, but, for the first time, I truly understand why I am
It felt like the small rocks were inside of me, gliding through my veins, destroying my nerves; but, I could still feel the ghosts of the fall. I knew I had to clean my hand up before things took a turn for the worse. Knowing that waiting would lead to worse consequences, I stumbled a quarter mile to our family friend’s house. Just by looking at their faces, I could tell that they knew they needed to act fast. Mrs. Craig, the friend’s mother, took me inside and gently dabbed a wet paper towel on my wound.
It was a nice sunny day, birds chirping, warm breeze in the air with the fragrance of flowers mixed with fresh cut grass. Out in the county of England. A family of two, a father and a daughter. It was the first week of school for teenage Zoe Jackson. She just turned thirteen, and beginning a new year in a new school.
Have you ever been scared before? Well, I have and I’m about to tell you my terrifying moment with a bus. Now let’s get on with the story. It was a regular day with my friend Lexie and I. When her mom came out and told Lexie “It’s about time to leave for the haunted bus ride so start getting ready.”