(Just to let you know, this story is true—Robert)
IT all started when momma died. She was my very best friend. The moment I heard the news that she had passed away, my heart dropped… I could feel it fall. Now, I’m locked in this room with my sorrows… with no escape or way to get away. “why?” you might ask. Because I’m normal.
I was at grandma’s when I heard the news, playing a game on my game-boy. “Kat—honey, someone’s on the phone for you.” “Be right there!”
I said hoping it would be my boyfriend Drew. I was so disappointed when I heard my aunt’s voice when I said “hello”.
“Hey Kat, what are you doing?” my aunt said in an unusual torn up voice. “what’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.
“Kat, your mom died.” I hung up the phone and started screaming in disbelief. I went crazy on my dad, who is no longer in the picture… he hated my mother, and I knew it.
Every-one gave me a hard time all I wanted to do was cry and figure out what to do about the situation. I eventually decided to run away from my problems.
I jumped in Drew’s truck and took off with plans of never looking back. We got away for a few days then were caught. My mother’s boy-friend caught me and brought me home. I’ve been locked in my room since the day I was caught.
My family thinks I’m crazy. I know I’m not. I’m just hurting. All I can do is scream and hope that I’ll wake up from this terrible nightmare. I feel trapped inside. Life is like I’m behind a brick-wall with no windows, no way to escape. My whole family thinks I want to hurt my-self or someone else. When the reality of everything is I’m only hurting.
Now I’m staring at these walls with no way to get away.
