I looked up at the darkened sky and remembered a quote that my mother once told me. Every cloud has a silver lining. I don't think that my clouds do. I was sitting in the back of my uncle's BMW on my way to my new home in La Push. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror and realized that though this was the darkest point in my life, I actually looked healthy. I realized that my whole life I had been taking advantage of what I had, and turning it into negativity. This was all going to change.
I noticed my outfit which had been replaced from tight black clothing and boots to jeans and funky, bright t-shirts. My hair which had been dyed black with bright pink highlights was now back to its original chestnut brown color and was long and natural, curving down my back. My face was clean and my eyes were no longer covered with thick black eyeliner. I looked good. And I was proud.
Sure, my mother tried to kill herself three times and then was put in the cuckoo house! It doesn't really matter that when she was brought home my dad actually shot her and then tried to kill himself. Who cares that I had call 911 and then watch my bloody father being taken away on a stretcher?! Then my dad was taken away to jail for murder. I was fine, perfectly fine. I remember it so clearly… me screaming as the ambulance sirens wailed. I have to remember every cloud has a silver lining.
Sorry if it's a little sad so far. It keeps getting better so read on!
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