Bliss. I already made this story in Windows Movie Maker, but I never finished. I hope you enjoy it.
Bliss isn't too far away unless you push it away.
"If you follow your bliss, doors will open for you that wouldn't have opened for anyone else."
-Joseph Campbell
If you want to be loved, show that you can love.
Ignorance is bliss.
Do what makes you happy. Be with who makes you smile. Laugh as much as you breathe. Love as long as you live.
I sat there under the old pine tree that stood old in my backyard. My legs were crossed as my back relaxed on the hard tree branch. I would usually do this...sit under this tree and look mournful. That's because I am mournful. I pity my life and envy others. When I was growing up my mom would tell me that bliss and life is a wonderful thing and every night she would sing me 'I believe I can fly' by R. Kelly. Well that's what she used to do before she was killed in a plane crash. And the second I heard the news I broke down, but I didn't cry...I simply blocked everything that matters to me out. Like my father. Sometimes I can't even look at him. Especially after the day he called me a selfish bitch. He said I'm not the only one grieving over my mom's death and he's right...but the way he acts just can't prove that he is one of those people who are broke of her death. But me...me...Because of my mothers death I've grown under a small depression and never dared to let anyone into my life so I can love them and then the next thing I know is that they die. I'm not strong enough to go through with it again.
But that doesn't matter since I'm moving. Moving to Los Angeles, California. My dad's friend and his kids live there and so he wants to be more close to them. I just hope maybe I can start my life over.
...
I sat down on the soft tan sand of the beach. The waves crashing was a peaceful and relaxing noise. The sun was setting and the cool breeze rustled through my dark, curly locks that were messily draping around my shoulders. I heard my name getting called and I flicked my head towards my new house that was just up the beach. My dad and an unfamiliar boy and girl about my age were standing next to him. I sighed in annoyance and stood up, walking over to them.
"Honey, this is Troy and Miley. They're my friend Tom's kids. And they're about your age so I'm sure you'll get along," My dad said while smiling.
"Yeah whatever. Call me when I care," I said uninterested. I turned on my heel and walked away only to get tugged by the arm seconds later. "Gabriella, that was very disrespectful. Now I want you to go apologize right now."
I Crossed my arms over my chest. "What if I don't want to?"
"If you don't so help me I will...," he said. I could hear that he was getting angry. I didn't care because so was I. "You'll do what? Call me a bitch again? Hit me? Ground me? Well I don't care. I'm tired of all this shit you put me through."
"Don't you dare talk to me like that again! You are a bitch just like your mother. You should've been on that plane with her." That last part actually hurt but I was too angry to notice it a lot. I pushed him. "Don't you ever call my mom a bitch! She did everything for you." Tears started trickling down my cheeks. "Your a worthless piece of shit who doesn't care about your daughter. So do me a favor and just go to hell you asshole!" Then his hand lifted up and he slapped me. "Don't you ever hit me again. I will make your life hell!"
I held my right cheek as the tears came faster. "My life is hell. It has been for seven years."
"Go in the house Gabriella. Now."
I put my hand to my side and shook my head lightly. "No, you can't tell me what to do."
"I said get you ass in that house now!" he yelled.
"I'm not going. And you can't make me," I said standing my ground.
"Gabriella, you are making me angry so I advise you to just go into the damn house and we can forget about our little fight okay." His voice was calming but I wasn't calm. "I'm not going! And I am not forgetting about it after you called me and my mom a bitch-" Then the next move was unexpected. He slapped me again but harder. It was full of impact and the force pushed me down to the ground. It was like getting hit with a hammer. "Get up and get in that house now!"I looked up at him. Tears were bleeding out of my eyes. Iv'e seen him horrible, but never like this. This is the first time I've said it, but now I'm scared. Scared of my own father. I slowly stood up and ran into the house bawling my eyes out. As I ran into my room I closed my door and locked it, sliding down it with my head buried in my hands.
I wish I was never born. I wish my mom was here with me. I wish he was never my dad. I wish that I could feel loved. I stood up from my position after a while and walked into my connected bathroom. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked horrible. My make up was smudged from my tears and I had a crimson red mark on my cheek and blood dripping from where the cheek bone was. There was a faint knock on my bedroom door. Unsure, I hesitated to open it and I saw the boy and the girl that my dad was gonna introduce me to. I was about to close the door when the boy stopped it.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I mumbled. I walked over to my bed sitting down on it, hugging my knees. They came in and looked at me concerned. I don't know why because I don't even know them. And I was rude to them. I looked up at them. "It's just we saw what he did to you," the girl said.
"And we wanted to see if you were okay."
"I'm fine," I said simply. The boy looked at my cheek. "Does he do this to you often?"
"Of course not. Just because we have stupid fights doesn't mean he doesn't love..." I couldn't even finish my sentence. It's true, he doesn't hit me normally unless he's really mad, but it does feel like he doesn't love me. I shook my head. "I hate him so much." I looked down and saw a heart necklace dangling from my neck. I took it off and open the heart. There was a picture of me and my mom. On the top of the locket it read:
"Sometimes you have to let go of the ones you love, but remember that they will always be right beside you"
Tears started falling out of my eyes as I read the sentence over and over again. My mom gave this to me the day before she died. I never knew I would need it so early. I never took it off.I put the locket back on and got up. I crouched down and pulled out a box that was under my bed. Opening it, it revealed photos of my mom. I picked up a special one and turned it over. On the back in black was a note.
Dear Brie,
It must be hard for you since I am dead, but never let that fact tear you apart. You are a beautiful, bold, brave, smart, talented, and clever enough to know that if you fall always get back up. Never let anyone put you down.
XX Mom
She wrote this when she was in the hospital. She knew she was going to die and I did too, but I didn't want to believe it. I smiled and put the card down and put the box back under the bed. I looked back up at the two realizing they were still in here. "What are your names again?"
"I'm Troy and this is Miley," Troy said. I nodded and looked to my right out the window to see my dad walking up to the house and once I heard the door slam and I knew I made him angry. "You guys should leave," I said to Troy and Miley.
"Are you sure? Because we can stay-"
"Please?"
"Okay," Miley said. "Come on Troy. Let's go. we'll see you around Gabriella. Bye."
"Yeah. Bye." I looked at them as they walked out the room and as soon as they did my father came in and slammed the door behind him. As he walked over to me I backed up into my wall.
"I just don't get you. I took care of you all by myself and this is how you turn up!" he yelled angry at me.
"Well if you do take care of me you would put some effort into it. And you don't put and inch into it." I said in a little voice. "And then you hit me too. Shows how much you love me. Shows how much you care."
"Your attitude is really getting on my nerves Gabriella. You should be lucky I didn't just throw you out of the house."
"I can't believe mom loved you. All you are is a worthless piece of shit!"
He punched the wall and caused a gaping hole. "Shut the hell up!"
I was beyond scared but I stayed tough. "Then you blame everything on me! Your an asshole who thinks he is everything but your not John! In fact you nothing more than a bastard who is abusive. I hate you!" Then he slapped me. I twisted and fell to the floor. As I fell my head hit the bed post and I screamed.
I touched the back of my head then brought my hand back to my eyes sight. Blood stained my palm and I looked up at him. "Fuck you." I stood up and ran out of the room. I could hear him following me and I ran into a closet locking the door after me. I banged the back of my head repeatedly on the wall and put a cloth in my mouth. Tears were streaming down my face as I screamed loudly into the cloth. I banged my head harder and screamed harder also kicking. I hate my life. I hate my dad! After a while my eye sight was dying and I saw black. I fell into a deep pit of darkness.
So as I mentioned I had this story in Windows Movie Maker. Review please. Tell what you think.
Thanks!-Brittany
