Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

When I was just a kid, I was misunderstood... No one knew what was wrong with me or why I acted the way I did. I used to be a normal kid, I remember that. When everything was "Okay". But now...? I don't know what happened to me, I... I just... I... snapped. I couldn't handle anymore abuse or mistreatment from people who I thought cared about me. People who I thought I could trust. People who I thought would keep me safe and out of harms way, but it didn't work like that. That's not how the world operates. It picks the ones that it thinks might not make it very far in life and makes everything a thousand times harder than it should be. Before when I said I was a normal kid... I mean I pretended like everything was "Okay" at school but when I got home everything was a mess (disaster wise, not messy). When I walked in the door everyday after school all I heared was yelling, and things being thrown then shattering to pieces. I would go to my room to hide untill it was over. I would only know it was over once my dad stormed out of the house leaving my mom in tears. I would go sit by her, and talk to her to try to calm her dow, then help clean the mess. She would explain to me that what was going on was not my fault, and that I didn't have to worry because everything would be "Okay". That was a word we used often, "Okay". Everything would always "Okay". But I knew better. Not everything turns out "Okay". Situations like that barely ever turn out "Okay", and when they do they aren't "Okay" for long. I started blocking things out, and shutting down or turning people away who would try to talk to me and become friends. But I couldn't let myself come to trust another person, because I felt that if I opened myself back up to the world and started trusting people again... I would only get hurt again. Then I found someone who I got to know. Someone genuine, someone kind, someone polite, someone cares about ME! And i've stuck by them ever since... Letting them be my shield to protect me from the outside world, from reality. But knowing this person has let me know that there is hope. For me. For you. For any and everyone, no matter what background you come from. Rich, poor, black, white, mixed, orange, green, yellow, purple. I don't care who you are... You have hope. And hope is all you need. Maybe not EVERYTHING will turn out "Okay", but a lot of stuff will.

DISCLAIMER: This is not based off of a true story, I wrote this trying to come off with a powerful message that everything will turn out in the end. Maybe not at this moment in time but when the time comes... Everything will work out for the better. 

-Brianna Spell 13, 1/23/18