People always asked, "If you could take something back, would you?" her answer is simple: No. She's dealt with a lot of things in my life, but if those events hadn't of happened, she wouldn't be where she stands today.
She wouldn't be as strong, as loving and caring, as anything really. She doesn't have much of a reputation because she left it behind in 7th grade. After that year, she learned to trust no one with secrets that big.
She's been silent. She keeps things well from others, and sometimes even from herself.
She's felt the bare hands of hate, and the cold sharp blade on her wrists. She's seen people thrown, people hurting, and the consequences it led them to. She's heard screams in the night and banging on the walls. Nowhere is safe in her household.
She's watched Death from afar. She's looked into Death's eyes and watched him mock her through the distance. He torments her harshly. He's sent her a great deal of pain and suffering, hoping for her acceptance of him in her presence.
She turns to God for answers, but sometimes God's not there. Death gets the best of her. He takes over her body and forces her to do the unexpected. He is definitely a worker for Satan. Satan probably watches her from a television, laughing in cruelty on the pain infliction he's cause on her.
Emotionally and physically she falls apart. He takes tormenting further. He asks Death to back off and as she starts to rebuild who she thinks she is, and who she wants to be, Death is called again to make her fall again, only harder and more painful each time.
But through her pain and suffering come a story. Each scar, each bruise, each bit of alcohol that soars through her body has its own secret just waiting to be shared. She keeps it low profile in fear of someone judging her before knowing who she actually is.
Through this, she tells her story. The Devil's accomplice, the kisses of a thousand sharp objects on bare flesh, the beating of an out-of-control father, and the drinks in all its glory.
Maybe someday, she can save someone else's life. Or find someone who can understand her pain, but until then, she'll leave it just in plain ink.
