Prologue:
"Harper! Aren't আপনি happy she's eating with us?" Gwen asked happily. Harper shot her sister a glare. "It shouldn't be a big deal that your step-mother decides to eat with you." Harper spit out, looking back at the book she was reading. Gwen's face fell. She didn't care what Harper thought, she was going to make the best of this. Their step-mother, Lyn, hadn't eaten with them in 2 months. Gwen walked down the hall toward the kitchen, her sister's words echoing in her head.
Chapter 1 *Gwen*
Divorce. God, I HATE that word. It's like something something toxic. Something that can ruin lives with a single uttering. Well, that's exactly what my step-mom and dad decided was "nessecary" so now, I'm stuck in this new life. Pretending everything okay, pretending I don't want to explode. Don't get me wrong, something's in my life haven't changed, like weekdays at my mom's. But every other weekend, I journey to a different place, something that seems like an entirely different world.
I found out Thanksgiving night. I just spent an amazing holiday with my mom's side of the family and my dad picked me up to head to my uncle's in Oklahoma. I still had that "Aren't Holidays great?" look plastered on my face when I first saw him. Something was off. I didn't say anything fearing what I would hear. I was 13, I reminded myself. I could handle anything. We got in the stuffed car, left over sweet potatos in hand. We weren't a mile away when he dropped the bomb. My sister and I burst out into sobs. We all cried together in that darkcar. After two hours a deathly silence overtook us. As silent tears fell, I made a decision. After tonight there would be no আরো tears. I would cut her out of my life and throw all the emotions away. I would not let this kill me. I was to strong for that. My eyes slowly drooped but my mind wouldn't slow down. I sat there for a long time, until my mind let the pleasant numbness of sleep fall over me.
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I decided to make the first chapter quite short. I want to see if anyone thinks it is worth continuing.... I'm new and am in desperate need of some feedback. :)
"Harper! Aren't আপনি happy she's eating with us?" Gwen asked happily. Harper shot her sister a glare. "It shouldn't be a big deal that your step-mother decides to eat with you." Harper spit out, looking back at the book she was reading. Gwen's face fell. She didn't care what Harper thought, she was going to make the best of this. Their step-mother, Lyn, hadn't eaten with them in 2 months. Gwen walked down the hall toward the kitchen, her sister's words echoing in her head.
Chapter 1 *Gwen*
Divorce. God, I HATE that word. It's like something something toxic. Something that can ruin lives with a single uttering. Well, that's exactly what my step-mom and dad decided was "nessecary" so now, I'm stuck in this new life. Pretending everything okay, pretending I don't want to explode. Don't get me wrong, something's in my life haven't changed, like weekdays at my mom's. But every other weekend, I journey to a different place, something that seems like an entirely different world.
I found out Thanksgiving night. I just spent an amazing holiday with my mom's side of the family and my dad picked me up to head to my uncle's in Oklahoma. I still had that "Aren't Holidays great?" look plastered on my face when I first saw him. Something was off. I didn't say anything fearing what I would hear. I was 13, I reminded myself. I could handle anything. We got in the stuffed car, left over sweet potatos in hand. We weren't a mile away when he dropped the bomb. My sister and I burst out into sobs. We all cried together in that darkcar. After two hours a deathly silence overtook us. As silent tears fell, I made a decision. After tonight there would be no আরো tears. I would cut her out of my life and throw all the emotions away. I would not let this kill me. I was to strong for that. My eyes slowly drooped but my mind wouldn't slow down. I sat there for a long time, until my mind let the pleasant numbness of sleep fall over me.
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I decided to make the first chapter quite short. I want to see if anyone thinks it is worth continuing.... I'm new and am in desperate need of some feedback. :)
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good দিন sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my বই to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good দিন sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my বই to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my হৃদয় is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look অগ্রবর্তী to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my হৃদয় is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look অগ্রবর্তী to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
