I'm ready to tell my story; it's been a while since I've felt ready to confide in someone. After Sammy died I've always felt like I'm alone, isolated. I stood back and watched the world go by, everyone getting the roles and me standing at the back of class, confused and lost. I would stumble back to my room, get lost in dance and then go back into my bed, only to fall in and out of consciousness, waiting for the day that I wouldn't be so sad.
The day has arrived and that is why I'm telling you the story of my loss, I didn't just loose Sammy, I lost my family, my friends and my chance in life. I don't know how much time went by with me in a state of depression. I don't know the stages of mourning but I have a rough idea. You go through denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I've only reached acceptance but I have something I want to aim for, being the prima ballerina in the company.
I'll do anything to get there, I have done everything. I've pulled every trick in the book and I'm ready for the award. I know what I did, it might have been wrong but Grace did much worse. I don't care what anybody cares because I've nearly reached my dream, I can almost reach it. I only have to wait a week.
My only real competition left is Kat and Abigail but I've always been better than them. I hope that you understand that I had to do this, it was my only choice. If you're ready I will tell you how the last year of my life went flying past me.