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The cold air caressed my cheeks as I ran down the cracked sidewalk my music at max volume and tears streaming from my eyes, My heart aced as if it where clawing its way out of my chest and into the cold autumn to escape this world of hate I lived. I had just come from the park innocently minding my own busyness sitting on the sad excuse for swings, The swings creaked as I kicked with my foot to send myself back and launch forwards, I closed my eyes as I swung back and forth the world around me disappearing when I put on my lime green headphones and turned on my silver Ipod playing my favorite song, All was fine my heart fluttered as images of a fantasy life filled my eyes, But nothing good last forever, A group of teens that attend my junior high walked towards the playground, No not the play ground...Me...I watched them calmly as they approached me their face displaying a familiar look of disgust and hate, Why they always had that face on when they saw me was a puzzle I had yet to solve, One of the boys chuckled and said something but my music made their words unheard, I stopped the swing feeling the rocks roll under my black shoes the swing settled, I turned off my Ipod and removed my headphones from atop my head setting them on my lap, "what do you want" I had firmly asked when they had stopped a few feet in front of me, my heart was racing, My conscious screaming at me to leave knowing nothing good could come from this...and my conscious was right, They stood there tossing their dagger edged words that pierced my heart causing it to bleed and try to spill out. I held back the tears that threatened to roll down my cheeks watching as the teens left the park laughing to themselves, as soon as the other teens had left the park sight I got up placing my headphones back on my head and blasting the volume as high as it could go. I ran down the street my tears finally breaking through and pouring down my cheeks like a heavy rain fall during a storm.
I stopped running as I reached the board walk the sun setting and air around me was bitter and cold like the hearts of my peers, I walked along the boardwalk my breathing ragged and broken tears still streamed down my cheeks showing that my heart wasn't done bleeding, but how could it stop bleeding ? when all I receive from my class mates are sharp edged words and permanent scars that littered my heart, How could my heart stop bleeding when I heard the rumors people spread about me and not one person to come and ask if what they spread is true. I sat down against a cold cement wall covered in art from people who let out there emotions telling the walls how the felt, Leaning my head against the wall I close my eyes that must bee puffy and red from all my crying, I closed my eyes and tried to go back to my fantasy life but crying even more when bits and pieces of memories played, one in particular hurt the most, We where in social studies listening as the teacher taught us about first nations, none of what she told me was neither new nor completely correct, my mother had taught me my history already, I listened anyways jotting down notes, I looked up when my teacher said she was going to demonstrate how some of the first nations died, she had picked me totally oblivious to what she was doing, I knew she meant no harm and was only doing it to show the class, I was totally and completely okay with it, even when I ended up being one to die off from disease, It was when one of my class mates took it too far and snickered to the girls beside him pointing to me and saying these exact words "And she died off because she's just plain ugly" in a casual tone, like it was a totally normal thing to say, those words hurt like hell, and being only a seat behind him I heard them clearly, Tears rolled down my cheek slowly as I got up and ran out of class, I ran down the abandoned hall and collapsed against the wall in the grade seven hall heavy sobs escaping my shoulders shaking heavily, I opened my eyes and clutched my chest leaning over as if to through up only to sob heavily waiting for my heart to tear itself out of my chest and onto the gravel the stitches that held old wounds closed re opened my heart close to broken, I forced myself to get up using the wall for support and turned to walk home not wanting to worry my family, My family being the only people to show they cared and loved me unconditionally, after stumbling down the streets for what seems like an eternity I walked passed the red station wagon my family owned and into the house, when I entered the building I found my mother sitting at the table ready to dial someones phone number but stopped when she heard my come in, My mother ran over to me and hugged my tears streaming down her face, we stood there for a wile crying to one another my vision blurred with tears wile I cried into my mothers shoulders, my tears finally came to a stop, not because I was done hurting, but because I was so hurt I used up all my tears, still hugging my mother I Looked over and saw that the time read 12:05 in the morning. My mother finally stopped crying and stepped back placing her hands on my shoulder and kissing me on the for head and said in a shaky voice "I love you Sinai, Please don't ever do that to me again."
That's when I woke up facing my lime green wall, my fluffy purple pillow that I got for my 14th birthday soaked in tears that were still streaming down my cheeks, I rolled over to look at the time and it read 5:25 in the morning, I got up and passed the bathroom mirror looking at my puffy red eyes, walking into the bathroom I ran the water and washed my face from its tear mask and looked in the mirror again, I fixed my short red brown hair before turning around and walking down the wooden stairs listening to the floor creak beneath me, my socks stripped socks muffling the sound a bit. When I got downstairs I grabbed the cherries out of the fridge and headed to the computer shaking the mouse to wake it up, logging onto Quotev I sat there and took my time as I wrote down the dream heart shattering dream for people to read, so they know what damage they have cause with their words. I write this story to let you know that I am still hurt on the inside, But to also let you know that I;m okay and that I will get through all the pain your words cause me, not because I'm unbreakable, but because I have my loving family to help me through it all.
My name is Sinai Glasgow, And thank you for taking the time to read this.
I stopped running as I reached the board walk the sun setting and air around me was bitter and cold like the hearts of my peers, I walked along the boardwalk my breathing ragged and broken tears still streamed down my cheeks showing that my heart wasn't done bleeding, but how could it stop bleeding ? when all I receive from my class mates are sharp edged words and permanent scars that littered my heart, How could my heart stop bleeding when I heard the rumors people spread about me and not one person to come and ask if what they spread is true. I sat down against a cold cement wall covered in art from people who let out there emotions telling the walls how the felt, Leaning my head against the wall I close my eyes that must bee puffy and red from all my crying, I closed my eyes and tried to go back to my fantasy life but crying even more when bits and pieces of memories played, one in particular hurt the most, We where in social studies listening as the teacher taught us about first nations, none of what she told me was neither new nor completely correct, my mother had taught me my history already, I listened anyways jotting down notes, I looked up when my teacher said she was going to demonstrate how some of the first nations died, she had picked me totally oblivious to what she was doing, I knew she meant no harm and was only doing it to show the class, I was totally and completely okay with it, even when I ended up being one to die off from disease, It was when one of my class mates took it too far and snickered to the girls beside him pointing to me and saying these exact words "And she died off because she's just plain ugly" in a casual tone, like it was a totally normal thing to say, those words hurt like hell, and being only a seat behind him I heard them clearly, Tears rolled down my cheek slowly as I got up and ran out of class, I ran down the abandoned hall and collapsed against the wall in the grade seven hall heavy sobs escaping my shoulders shaking heavily, I opened my eyes and clutched my chest leaning over as if to through up only to sob heavily waiting for my heart to tear itself out of my chest and onto the gravel the stitches that held old wounds closed re opened my heart close to broken, I forced myself to get up using the wall for support and turned to walk home not wanting to worry my family, My family being the only people to show they cared and loved me unconditionally, after stumbling down the streets for what seems like an eternity I walked passed the red station wagon my family owned and into the house, when I entered the building I found my mother sitting at the table ready to dial someones phone number but stopped when she heard my come in, My mother ran over to me and hugged my tears streaming down her face, we stood there for a wile crying to one another my vision blurred with tears wile I cried into my mothers shoulders, my tears finally came to a stop, not because I was done hurting, but because I was so hurt I used up all my tears, still hugging my mother I Looked over and saw that the time read 12:05 in the morning. My mother finally stopped crying and stepped back placing her hands on my shoulder and kissing me on the for head and said in a shaky voice "I love you Sinai, Please don't ever do that to me again."
That's when I woke up facing my lime green wall, my fluffy purple pillow that I got for my 14th birthday soaked in tears that were still streaming down my cheeks, I rolled over to look at the time and it read 5:25 in the morning, I got up and passed the bathroom mirror looking at my puffy red eyes, walking into the bathroom I ran the water and washed my face from its tear mask and looked in the mirror again, I fixed my short red brown hair before turning around and walking down the wooden stairs listening to the floor creak beneath me, my socks stripped socks muffling the sound a bit. When I got downstairs I grabbed the cherries out of the fridge and headed to the computer shaking the mouse to wake it up, logging onto Quotev I sat there and took my time as I wrote down the dream heart shattering dream for people to read, so they know what damage they have cause with their words. I write this story to let you know that I am still hurt on the inside, But to also let you know that I;m okay and that I will get through all the pain your words cause me, not because I'm unbreakable, but because I have my loving family to help me through it all.
My name is Sinai Glasgow, And thank you for taking the time to read this.
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haha On quotev I named this story "Memories that my Nightmares gave to me" but its the same thing really
you could go and read it if you want !! www.quotev.com/story/5170306/M…
Have a good day c:
(lol props for random cover image, I MIGHT change it later if I wanna make a cover thingy for this <w>
you could go and read it if you want !! www.quotev.com/story/5170306/M…
Have a good day c:
(lol props for random cover image, I MIGHT change it later if I wanna make a cover thingy for this <w>
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