Hey guys,
It's me essitjuh again... i started a new story after i noticed that a fruits song was not going that well. It's on hiatus for a while
this time my work was checked by the author of Everthing I'm Not. Her name is Gwen. She's an amazing author and writes
amazing in her unique style. Please check her out. (i must say her stories are mature! Reallly... mature).
With this story i want everyone to know that i'm serious about writing and do not post any stupid story that comes to my head.
this story is very important to me.
I hope you enjoy this story and stay with me until end.
------() Present Amu POV ()------
I was kissing him as if there was no tomorrow. I licked his bottom lip begging for entrance, which he gladly provided.
When we moved over to the bed of the motel room, he started undressing me. I loved those the gentle touches he gave on every single inch of my skin. I probably slipped out a moan. There is a possibility that I tried to stop this, but I don't remember any struggling. He wouldn't have paid attention to my possible pleas anyway.
He moved so that he was on top of me holding his weight with his arms. I was underneath him feeling vulnerable, but too far gone to care.
Hi, I'm Hinamori Amu, and from this moment on...
I probably started throwing my life away.
------() Past Amu POV ()------
It all started eleven years ago. Since I am nineteen now, it means that I was eight when it happened.
My aunt and my mom had a huge argument and I still don't know why. I figured it was because of something big. My dad told my mom he had hoped their marriage would survive because the bond he had with his sister was very important to him. I was at this point too young to get what was happening.
What I do know is... my parents were always fighting. I've heard the threats of divorce.
I, at this point a nine year old, did not want this to happen. I made up lots of plans to keep them together. I've faked illnesses and have threatened to hurt myself. These plans helped temporarily, but they would always end up at the same spot - at the verge of a divorce.
When I turned eleven, the pressure on my mother became too heavy on her and we moved in with my grandparents. I gave up and... just didn't care anymore. I wanted the fights to stop. So here I was.
My mom was diagnosed with a depression and never left the house ever since.
On the thirteenth of June I came over after school and noticed that no one was home. After a few hours, some cops came to my grandparent's house, telling me that they had found my mother's body in some lake I've forgotten the name of. They just assumed it was a suicidal death. Whatever happened after that I can't remember.
I was bound to live with my father again because I was too young to decide it on my own. I would be able to live with my grandparents when I would turn twelve. Though coincidentally, they died in a car accident the day before my birthday.
The next few years were the hardest. My dad and I fought several times and I fell into a depression just like my mother. I wished that I could be with my mother again. I was thirteen when I started cutting myself. Every time I did it, I cut deeper; until one day I cut too deep and ended up in the hospital. That was three years later, making me sixteen then.
When I was released from the hospital, my dad was not there to pick me up.
That moment was when something snapped inside me and I just left my home. I took a lot of money with me and I didn't care that I stole. My life was already screwed anyway.
I took a plane to the Netherlands. I decided I'd try to turn my life around for the better.
I would be living in Almere, a city in the Netherlands. It was hard to adjust to the new environment at first. The first time I read something Dutch such as, leuk je te ontmoeten (this means nice to meet you), I was not even trying to pronounce that.
I decided to study at the PABO. This is a school that teaches you to be an elementary school teacher. I loved children, so maybe this wouldn't be hard on me. I just had to study the Dutch language and earn some extra money to be able to pay for the expenses. This took about two years.
I'm nineteen now and when I started my first year, my class was existing of fifteen people. They were all kinds of people. I became best friends with two of them.
Yaya was the biggest of us three. She had no tact at all, but she's nice.
Rima was my best bud. We share everything together. I related to her; she was also being under the pressure of a depression.
Anne was nice too, considering she's very straightforward and my age.
Sandra was the crazy girl of this class. She was, no doubt, but that's what I like about her. She's getting married in the summer.
Jeane was the one who quit school in the very beginning of the year.
Hailey quit school two weeks ago.
Sarah was a bitch. At first I was friends with her, but something just snapped between us.
Eric was friends with Anne and Sandra. He's a cool guy.
Jill was one of us until a few weeks back. She just left us for Sarah.
Jim was the gay one. He flirted with every single girl and he kept denying he was gay. He was so annoying.
Linda, Rose and Kate have been with each other since the beginning of the year. I, myself, don't know much about them.
Lisa was nice; I thought her laugh was hysterical.
Well these people are in my class or have been.
Yaya and Rima are the nicest people I have ever met in my entire life. We always had fun. The only thing was that they teased me about sex so many times. I was still a virgin, but I think that I have enough listening experience to be a pro. I basically know everything thanks to them.
Now one half year later today, I heard that my father was on death row. They seem to have found some evidence that says that he could have killed my mother and my grandparents. The execution will be in three months. Wanting to release my pain, I went to a club. I drank so much and fell in the arms of an handsome young stranger. I didn't even know his name.
------() Present Normal POV ()------
They screamed in unison as they climaxed together. Amu fell asleep immediately, or maybe she had passed out. The stranger dressed himself and went over to her side of the bed.
"I'm so sorry I used you like this."
He lifted her hair and took a glance at her cute face. He gave her a small kiss on her fore head.
"I hope we will never run into each other again. I know you don't deserve to have a life as miserable as mine."
With that said, the handsome stranger left the motel room leaving Amu by herself.
And that moment Amu's life would take drastic turns, throwing her life away.
I would like to thank my beta. I'm also dedicating this story to her. Love you Gwen.
Okay peepz. I love you and I hope you loved my story.
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with love... Essitjuh
