Forever Guilty Part One

Forever Guilty

Here I am to tell my story. my story of guilt.

I ran. I could not stop running. I was running away from the pain and the hurt that had haunted me for my whole life. I was running to get away from my life and everyone that was involved in it. rom the joy also, the joy that kept me in my life. I was running I could not stop running and I did not want to either. My life was a sea of sorrows.

          I started to live my life in a small town called Lyonsville, NJ. Lyonsville was home for me, the squirrels that scuttled from tree reminded me of when I was little and had no worries. The trees bowed down to a little creek that I spent most of my time at. Mountains with a purple glow would protect us from the evil of the outside world. I would often walk into a small clearing and the wildflowers would bounce their heads to invite me in. My world was full of love and compassion.

          My mother was single. My dad had left me when I was two, leaving Mom with a pile of divorce papers and a small pre-mi child to take care of. We were broke. We had nothing to live on, and nothing to live for. My world was braking. Mom received a low paying job five miles away as a waiter in a small café. We managed, and we always had one another.

          When I was thirteen Mom died in a car crash. I was petrified. I did not eat or sleep for almost a week, until I went into foster care. Foster care was not dreadful; in fact it was quite pleasant. My foster prarents were a couple with one kid, a three year old. He was as cute as. Well. A three year old! By the time I was almost fifteen, my foster mom died. I could not bare it, and neither could my foster dad. We moved to the city later that year so my foster dad could get a new job. We were so close, and we did not want to split up, so I was adopted.

          By this time I had convinced myself that I was cursed and that I killed both my mothers and made my real father leave. I did not believe in myself, and I never thought I would. One day I decided to leave, and leave I did. I was tired of the big city with its putrid fish smell, foggy background, and it even tasted like muck! I wanted some fresh, crisp, country air, so I headed to Kentucky. It was not until later that I realized my mistake.

 

                  

        

To be continued...

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