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So.. Decided to switch it up. I have had some experiences in the short time I have been on planet Earth. here is where I share some of them. Enough with the sappy stuff, because as said in one of my classes today "Prince Charming Will NEVER come" *Heartbreaking I know.* Down to the hard-core cold, full-on facts. FACE IT PEOPLE. This is life!


Tuesday, August 13, 2013

"Ragged and Redeemed" - A book written by ME.. Part One.


What would you say if I told you that I am in love with a girl from 8 years ago. A girl that changed my life as I changed hers…
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What if I told you that I had been abused at the age of 9  and sexually abused at the age of 11. Or what if I told you that 8 years ago I trusted no one, not even myself. What if, 8 years ago, a boy came along that changed my life forever.
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My name is Matt and I am in love with a girl from long ago.
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My name is Melinda and this is my story. My life. My words.
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I come from a family of seven. A single mom, 4 brothers, 1 sister and me. Our father left us when I was 3, when Mark, the oldest, was 12., and when Bill and Meg, the twins and next oldest were 7.  I guess my mom is too strong to admit that the bills are coming down hard. With Mark at college , and Bill and Meg on the way, there is no way to pay.
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I am one out of two children. My parents are together but that’s not saying much. I think that my mind is forever scarred from their arguments, the beatings, their words. I have a little brother, Nicholas, and (before my dad beat him to death) had a dog named Perry.
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I have two younger brothers, twin brothers, Tyler and Austin. They are both 4 and growing up fast. But on with the story, as you know my family is struggling. We are slowly sinking our roots into poverty and I am scared for Tyler and Austin. By now they think it is normal to have one or two meals a day and to weigh way less than they are supposed to. It tears my heart apart to see their full smiles and shining eyes and bony bodies. I haven’t seen Mark in 4 years and my twin sister and brother , Meg and Bill, and working around the clock to help support mom and help pay for their tuition. My world is falling down…..
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We used to be a happy family, one with whom I felt safe enough to sleep with an unlocked door at night. Then came the day that dad experienced the real night life, full of drugs, sex, and alcohol. My mom didn’t suspect anything at first. Dad stayed after at work a lot of times. But one night he didn’t come home. My mom can be clingy sometimes, so she called the architect firm he works with only to hear this:
  “I’m sorry ma’am but we fired your husband 4 days ago. He wasn’t showing up for work and none of his doctor visits checked out. We excused him ma’am, so sorry”
The man hung up the phone and left my mom looking off into the distance with the dial tone ringing in the silence. She cleared her throat and told me to take Nick to my room. I grasped his little hand and we both walked to the room. He must have sensed something wrong because he said not a word and he went to sleep quickly and quietly. If we had looked behind us, we would have seen my mother crying on her knees. From then on I knew nothing was going to be the same again. By this time I was 8 and Nick was 4.

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