Destined to be... Someone

Destined to be... Someone Destined to be... Someone

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Destiny lives in a home with many dark secrets and no one to tell them about. she worries that one day those secrets will get around and she might get bruised badly. So one day while opening her locker she sees the cutiest dark haired boy she's ever seen and her mood gallops when he's around. she can't seem to controll her anger in front of him.
so when he asks what her problem is she tells him accidentally the truth.But things change when he tries to help her. Will she have the courage to tell her abuser that she's had enough?
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Summary

Destiny lives in a home with many dark secrets and no one to tell them about. she worries that one day those secrets will get around and she might get bruised badly. So one day while opening her locker she sees the cutiest dark haired boy she's ever seen and her mood gallops when he's around. she can't seem to controll her anger in front of him.
so when he asks what her problem is she tells him accidentally the truth.But things change when he tries to help her. Will she have the courage to tell her abuser that she's had enough?

Chapter1 (v.1) - prologue

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 26, 2011

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 26, 2011

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Prologue

I think back to the images in my head some old, others new. I’d always wondered every minute that some is doing the same things I am. Someone who has my curvy figure, soft brown skin, and talented voice that hasn’t been discovered yet even when I’m at gigs now and then. Maybe someone who has up’s and down’s, when your life feels like it has no meaning and you can’t go on. Someone who understands that even a girl with a girl who has everything can’t be the happiest in the world. Someone who has a functioning family. Who even has a mom. That their dad doesn’t rape them and make you cry. Who doesn’t take his anger on his only kid.

That’s what I’ve always wished for when I room to my room crying. My only escape from him most of the time. My safety. But no one has to go through what my life has become. No one ever bothers to ask about my life and if they do I have to tell them lies. Because they only see the outside, the fakeness of me, my outer shell.


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