Saturday, December 11, 2004

   project!
hey this is really mah english demosrtation, but i really liked it, sho ive decided to post it on theO sho heas da lil story dat ive created (all u haters out der, no stealin!)


Its been seven years since I’ve been left behind from my family.
Seven long years.
It was the day before my birthday when everything went wrong. My grandpa had died a couple of months ago, leaving my grandma in depression.
Shortly afterwards, she committed suicide.
The only relatives I had left, was my two twin cousins who lived half way around the world, trapped in a coma, given to them from a car accident.
Leaving only my family with me.
Then that day came, the day before my birthday. I had so many things planned.
I would go to the mall with my family, we would go to a lovely restaurant, I would hear them sing “happy birthday” to me, but no, I cant even make one little wish on my 5th birthday.
We were on our way back from the restaurant we were just at, when this drunk driver lost control of his car, slamming his into ours.
I can still see my brother’s body sheltering my body from any impact that went my way.
I can still hear my mother’s last words to me before she fell into eternal sleep.
“ We love you, crystal” I never knew that these four words would mean so much to me.
Tears streamed down my face as I watched that man in the white suit carry my parent’s and brother’s lifeless bodies into the ambulance.
Why?
Why does this have to happen to me?
There are billions of people on this planet, out of everyone, why me?


The orphanage was scary.
They’ve passed me on from family to family as if I was some kind of toy.
Each family would say the same thing.
Something about me not talking to anyone, but I do, I talk in my head. I talk through my eyes.
If they ever really cared about me, they would have known.
They would have known or realized by now.
I was left alone in this world without anyone who actually cares about me.
The social workers that came to help me don’t even bother trying to help me, heck, they don’t even do their jobs properly.
The first thing they do when they see me, is look at me as if I were some kind of filthy animal.
When they go into the room I’m in, all they do is sit on a chair, scribbling some notes about me as if they knew who I was.
Why does everybody think that they know me!?
They just take one look at me and they don’t even bother spending their time with me! Am I really that worthless?
What did I ever do to you, that made you treat me this way?
They think they know me, but they really don’t.
They don’t know how much pain I’ve been through watching my parents die right in front of my eyes. They don’t know how hard it is to live, knowing that you’re alone forever.
They don’t know what I’ve gone through.
They have no idea what it’s like to have your mother’s last words ringing through you head constantly.
Why can’t they just leave me alone?
What am I supposed to say?
Stop looking at me?



I feel so empty without them here by my side.
I wish I can get away, get away from all this loneliness.
The year I turned ten, my wish came true.
I finally found someone who actually talked to me.
Someone who actually cared for me.
Ruby.
Her name was Ruby.
It was lunch break in the school that I attended when I met her.
I saw her sitting under a tree, crying.
I realized that I wasn’t the only one who’s left alone.
She was broken inside too, like me.
She told me how her family just abandoned her when she was just 2 weeks old.
The first time for 5 years, I actually felt like I belonged. We would do everything together, we were like sisters.
Having her as my friend was the only time after my parents death, that I enjoyed life.
This didn’t last very long though.
Everything was too good to be true.
Two months passed since I met Ruby.
We promised we would be friends together…we promised.
Everything was going so well, nothing was supposed to go wrong.
My whole entire life went wrong, I just wanted this one thing to be real, I wanted someone I could depend on.
First my whole family was killed, then my cousins were put into a deadly coma.
Now, my best friend went missing…
Will she come back?
Why is this happening to me?
What have I done?
Was I not a good enough friend?


I cant help but think of all the things that have happened to me.
All of my childhood memories.
My brother’s pained face.
My mother’s last words.
The day I first met Ruby, and now,
The day my best friend went missing.
Does everything have to be this way?
Can I do anything to change this?
I’m lost…I can’t find a way out…no matter how hard I try, I can never forget the past…but now I think I know a way that will make me forget everything.
I wont have to live through this anymore.
Will it work though?
I really hope it does.
All I remember is seeing the worried look of the police men staring down on me as I laid down on the cold hard road.
I can hear the faraway sound of the sirens from an ambulance.
The last thing I saw was Ruby’s face as I whispered my last words. “where were you?” tears fell from her face as she whispered mere word “no…”

So remember no matter how bad things turn out to be there’s always someone there for you.


The End


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