Needles and Thread By Kaila

Posted: April 25, 2011 in Uncategorized

imageI ask myself, “Why won’t they listen to me?” I try so hard to be heard, but all I get is, “What’s that, honey?” So, I stopped trying, hiding the truth and faking a smile. The smile wouldn’t stay. I started to frown. I frowned for months, my friends would ask me what was wrong, but I never answered I just walked away.

I was alone; I didn’t have anyone to talk to what so ever. I wanted to smile, but it hurt when I tried, I didn’t know what to do. I listened to what my parents were saying one night. They were talking about how they wanted to send me off to be happier in there lives and my brothers, I didn’t want that. I tried running away. I hitch-hiked sixty-six miles to get to the place I wanted to be, but they caught me and brought me back twice.

They never wanted to talk, so I was depressed constantly. They want to send me off, but I didn’t want that. So, if they wouldn’t listen, and wanted to send me off, and I didn’t want that, I faked my smile again, but this time with needles and thread.

  1. Belle says:

    This person is mature in her writing. Shows grace & strength.