The Crying Girl...
The Crying Girl: By Kaley Fields
There once was this girl as beautiful as can be, she hadn’t been through the best of things in here life and things weren’t getting any better. It all started about 4 years ago when she was 15 her mothers boyfriend was a real jerk, he ended up raping this girl leaving her scared for life. This raping then turned into abusing which lead her to being in and out of the hospital this last about 3 years of her life.
Late one night this girl went out to a party with her friends, having a great time dancing and drinking a little bit a weed everything was perfect. It was time for them to go home so her friend and her got in her car and started driving home. She was so drunk that she couldn’t see straight she didn’t see the sign she turned to hard to the right and hit this guard rail. She woke up in the hospital 3 days later not knowing what had happed other then that and asking where her friend was only to be told she didn’t make it.
By the age of 18 she was with this most handsome man gorgeous baby blue eyes long brown hair, he was an athlete a football star for our high school team had his whole life planned out. This man then joined the United States Marine Corps knowing very well what position he put this girl in and that he may never come home. He was in the Marines for a year in a half before this military man showed up at this girl’s door handing her a letter, saying that her man had been killed in action….oh how her life changed.
She spent months of her life crying, hiding out in her house her mother as all mothers do tried to comfort her make her happy again but this girl fell into a great depression. She cried and cried till she couldn’t no more, not long after this her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, she spent days upon days sitting by her mothers hospital bed only to have her mother die holding her hand. This girl’s life was going all downhill it seemed as if nothing could ever bring her up again.
- Category
- Other
- Listed
- By on May 12, 2010






Comments
0 comments
Commenting on Notes requires registration. Please register here. (it's free!)