I was a young girl. Not older than 8, when i moved to oahu, from the big island. It was no big deal. Not compared to the hardships I faced before I moved.... My step father and my grandfather had just died. I cried every day and every night. It was hard seeing them alive one moment and lifeless the next.
"They arent gone. They cant be." I thought to myself.
I never wanted to move but at the same time I never cared. My whole body was numb. Not even the love of my family and friends made a real smile come to my face. According to my mom and the rest of her side ofmy family, I was a happy little girl who loved life. To me though, looking back at it I dont see it. AllI can remember is the nights I got beat by my moms boyfriend named Arther aka "man". The nights I slept at the beach being scared out of my mind. At the time we had no home we lived with family but got kicked out. We lived in homeless shelters but got kicked out of that too. It was hard.
I always thought it was tough but I knew others had it tougher. Like the kids in India, and the kids in China, or even in Africa. Many others had more problems than me but still i wished none of it had happened to me. I never would have imagined such things would happen to me as I had been growing up.
"Zainna. Zainna. Zainna!" My friendSeth called out to me.
Seth and I just met and we became closest of friends. He is a friend from Kahi Mohala Behavioral Health Center. I am Zainna and I am a 15 year old girl and I am in Kahi because of me being suicidal and hearing voices.
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