I Am Violet Breckinridge: Pt.1

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Lost and confused, teenager Violet Breckenridge struggles with the pain that she must carry on her shoulders. She feels trapped and there is only one place that she can go. Even while having that place to go, she remains trapped in the ball bearing her pain. In order to keep a promise, in order to help her family, and in order to survive, she must undergo the life she has been given without a choice.

Submitted: October 12, 2018

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She said I’m in a ball. What if I don’t want to be in the ball? What if… all I want to do is break out of the ball and wander through the world. Freedom-with no worries-a place where nothing mattered… where I can actually be free from the clutches that forcefully take me down and drag me to the depths of the earth. I’m stuck here though. I don’t have anywhere to run and even if I did, that would probably be the dumbest thing I could ever do. Maybe because, like she said, I am in the ball. If I leave the ball, I’ll leave everything; including my family. My family… they’re the reason why I stay in this ball… I can’t afford to lose them… not ever. They’re all I have but I suppose it can’t be said that we are the closest family. We each have our secrets, ones that we wouldn’t even tell each other.

My name is Violet Breckenridge. I’m me. A 15 year old teenager that has problems just like everyone else in the world. The only thing is that I don’t know how to handle them. Everyday feels like a struggle. It feels like my whole life changed in under a single night. It was that night when my whole life came crashing down. At that moment, my heart beat was increasing rapidly and at some moments I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My stomach tightened when I heard those words fly out of her mouth. It was my mother. She had a drinking problem. On that faithful night, she had too much to drink. We argued and she was so stressed that she deemed it necessary to drink. As soon as I heard those words come out of her mouth, my throat instantly felt compressed, as to prevent me from speaking. I’ll never forget what happened that night because it will traumatize me eternally.


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