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Broken Glass Chapter Two (The Heart Ache)

   Now the previous chapter was after the real day of reckoning. The actual day of reckoning was the day my great grandma died. I was 4 or 5. We were very close. What had happened was that I would go over to her house every day and visit right after school. But one day I got out of school and instead of my grandma being there... It was my mom. *why was she here?* I wondered. I saw that her complexion lacked something. But at the time I had no idea what. We drove home. Again I wondered a question that would soon be answered *Why are we home?*.  We walked inside and nothing was said. I was confused. And to end the torment my mind was going through. I went to my mom and asked "Why aren't we at grandma's?". Her lips didn't move but her face said this "How do I tell my 5 year old son that his Great Grandma is dead?". I backed away in dismay and sadness. I ran to my room, slammed the door, and cried.

"Dead! How is she dead?!" I asked my self. Death was not a concept I had yet thought about due to me never experiencing it. My mother walked in and sat on my bed. She put a supposed to be comforting hand on my shoulder and pulled away at the icy cold skin that her son was wearing. She got scared. I could feel it. She told me that it's a part of life. It happens to every one. That didn't help. The death of my grandma was like a punch to the gut. This punch changed me though. It took 6 years for it to finally set in but it did and that was the first of all the heart Abe. There is many more to come.... Many more tears to be shed... Many more spirits crushed..... All due to this one event that changed me.

Broken Glass Chapter one (The Day Of Reckoning)

   First before I start the chapter off I'd like to thank all of those who decided to read this. 

   So it was the day. I had a feeling as soon as I got up that the first day of middle school would be a day that I shan't never forget. I got up and got ready for school & ignored my mothers constant nagging an average day. After getting all that was needed for the first day (which consisted of NOTHING) and walked to the car. That's when we drave to the school that supposadly was going to be a "Golden oportunity" who ever thought of that clearly has never walked in the door in my shoes. But I walked to the stupid aditorium and sat in the stupidly colored green and blue chair and lisened to the princapal talk about how great the school was. But what he didn't realise was that even though the school was nice and clean and the test scores were always high. This place was far from great. It was a living hell.

And as a student picked on for being "Goth" or "Emo" (such as I) it was like the nineth circle of hell (the devils fire place as it's refered to in many books). And then after the assembly I had to go get my class list. "Oh what a joy." I thought as I walked out of the assemblely. And of course there's the person who "helps" you find your list but they really dont help the just get it for you and send you on your way. And the worst part is that they wear those plastic smiles that seem supportave but the person wearing it really doesn't care. So after my list was found I went to my third period class. While waiting outside this class I was asked by a "popular girl" if I was goth and I said "Why would you ask such a dumb question like that?" and she said "With that attitude you have to be a goth. " and after that she started rambling on about her cousin who was goth. and then her friends came over and one by one each said " Why are you hanging out with this freak?" or "Ew keep away from him his goth." or "Why are you talking to a freaky goth boy like him?". And they all hurt. In less then a day I had been labled, mocked, and picked on. 

Broken Glass

Dearest Reader or mindless person who has nothing better to do with their time then read this. If you don't like the truth that makes you feel bad about what you've done in the past then scroll, click, or exit to something else because that's what this story's about. The harm that people have caused to a person. The words. The actions. The tears shed after. The sting of being left alone out there. The emotions that are felt. Anger. Rage. Alone. Suicidal. Broken. Hurt. Dead on the inside. Dead. Upset. Un-wanted. I could go on and on. You wanna know why I can? It's cuse I've felt them all. Every day. They go in a pattern. I've been thrown around like a rag doll so many times that I've ripped into 3 sections of a doll. Each attached to another piece of another doll to make into another thing.

Different people. Different worlds. Different personalities. Different talents. Different lives. This is the story of my lives people. The emotions that have been listed have been felt by me. The emotions that will be listed in the next chapters are real. I've felt them all. You name it I've had it.  I've had all the emotions in less then an hour. I can't explain it that well but I will try my best. I will explain ever single thing to try and prove a point. The point is ladies and gents is that all the rumors, secrets, lies, words, punches, threats, etcetera (other stuff) hurt. The people it's done to might seem OK but they aren't. They might end up like the guy who was picked on so much that when he grew up he went to his old school and shot people.  So please if you've hurt some one say sorry. Even if they hate you. Say sorry. It means more coming from you then all the hugs from a friend all the "Come on cheer up it's OK's" because if you say sorry and mean it. It can rebuild a person who's been knocked down. But remember that they might not except it so go with the old saying "If at first you don't succeed try try again".

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