sad story? @_@
A Dream that has been
Forgotten
I remember when I was a little girl my mom made an innuendo saying women cant get a job for they are like slaves to their own home. In many peoples worlds they want to be free from the law, but in truth we are controlled by our own minds. Every man would only marry housewives without even knowing who they are, but I had a dream that I could get a job and be loved by someone who could actually love me for who I am. My mom was elegant in everything she did and her beauty matched no others, but deep down inside I saw a small, fragile woman who could be broken easily. If I messed up or I broke something my mom would reprove of my mess up, and she would give me a warm, gentle smile; however, I knew the smile was fake because behind her angel eyes was a sadden soul that was a slave to men. The men were like a wild pack of dogs because all I saw was madness in their eyes as if they were uncontrollable and their actions were inhumane. I remember my dad always chastising mom because she would always stand up for me. One time I secretly peeked into one of their arguments and my father said that he didnt want me that he wished I were a boy, which had left me in despair. When my mom died in December the sight of cherry blossoms falling in on a snowy day was breath-taking, but at that moment tears poured down my eyes and I could feel the cold river of blood rolling down my face. Ever since my mom died, my world had turned around because I had lost sight of my dream of getting a job. My dad would give me physical punishment and one time he harassed me in from of the school. Since then I would get acrimonious remarks and my peers had looked at me with disgust in their eyes. Everyday the football team and the cheerleaders would make derogatory remarks that had brought me lower than I could possibly be. My eyes were finally open to what I could not tell and I finally knew what my mother had felt. The feeling of freedom was forever lost within the darkness because I could not find a right for I was lost in my own heart. Everyone at my school would disparage me to the point that I was in deep depression. I was vilified by the words of the school, but I didnt care because I was nobody and a nobody was isolated in loneliness. The invective words had left me without hop, a dream, or a glimmer of light. Each word anybody spoke felt like an impugn speech because I could hear hatred, but on the outside I showed my fake self an optimistic-type girl.
On the first day of school of second semester, during my sophomore year my science class had a new student and his name was Eriol. During one of our labs I thought he was going to hit me when he took out his hand, but he asked me if he could be my lab partner. Everyone in the class, including the teacher was struck with shock because I was the outcast of the school. Since then my soul and my heart started to feel light and my dream felt replenished by his warmth. Eriol was my guardian, my message from the angels and I didnt fell like I was being sucked into a blackhole. Because the day Eriol came was the day I had almost lost myself forever. In my dreams before Eriol came I was wandering into a world where it slowly turned pitch-black. I was trying to run away from it by finding the light, but I could never find it. I wander into despair thinking is this for real, am I really dead, or is it just my imagination. Then all of a sudden a blackhole appears and in the middle of it I could a heart that was confused and lost. The heart felt like it was crying on the inside and it seemed that was about to vanish from the world forever. Although I had that dream, I could never finish it. During one winter day when the cherry blossoms were in its peak of beauty Eriol and I walked down to the bridge.
UmmmEriolI..I Love you, I said.
Five minutes had passed, the wind had stopped, and I had no reply, for there was no movement at all.
Do you have a dream, Eriol asked
Yes, I do and it has been reawakened by you Eriol. Thank you, I replied gladly.
Happiness was not a choice given to me for it could never last forever because it was taken away from me since the day I was born.
I am sorry, but give up that dream. Dreams are useless and I can never love someone with foolish thoughts, Eriol replied.
When he said that I started to feel heavy and my heart was crying as if it couldnt be lifted from the pain of loneliness and despair. I had slowly fell into the currents and the cherry blossoms started to fall as if it were dancing in the water. As I closed my eyes I could see the end of my dream as I was drifting along the currents. As the dream started to fade away, I was brought up ashore; however, it was not a miracle as many would think because I had been dead for a long time. I neither live with the living nor the dead for I had no dream going for me and I became dazed as I drifted in time. The day in December when I saw the cherry blossoms was the day I had died.
THE END....thank u for reading
i still have to had more to it >< i actually want to add more sentences that describe how she feels x3 and and its FICTIONAL >< gah soo many ppl think its true @_@