Sarah Marshal was a good girl. All her life, she had been classified as a "good girl." Why did guys keep playing her like a fiddle? She didn't know. At the ripe age of 27, she had decided enough was enough. She was always attracted to the wrong guys, her older sister always teased her for that. She loved her sister, even though she was a total fucking hypocrite. She brought home a different guy almost every week while they were growing up, introducing them to her once, only for them to never be seen again. At first, it was not clear to Sarah who dumped who. Eventually she found out her beloved sister was kind of a whore, though not in the professional sense.

Lynn was by no definition a "player", she just thought guys were cute for a few days, and then, a few days after they had sex, had the stark realization that they weren't meant to be. Other than her long line of dejected ex-boyfriends, she was a perfect role model. No matter how many boys she brought home, she always made sure it was just her and Sarah against the world, especially after their parent's divorce. Apparently mom was a whore, too.

Sarah was sixteen when it happened. Lynn, having just turned 21, went to a club for the "first time" and met Declan. Declan- no last name, just "Declan."

Declan was handsome and charming, the typical Ken doll you'd expect to get on your 6th birthday as a little girl, because your parents still believed in traditional gender roles. He may have been a Ken doll, but his heart was made of plastic- as Sarah would soon find out. Sadly, Lynn never did.

It was love at first sight, according to Lynn. Their eyes just met from across the bar, and there was an instant connection.

He admitted to her that he had played lots of women, toyed with their hearts... but she was different, not like the others. He hoped it wasn't too soon to say, but he loved her. In fact, he knew from the moment he laid eyes on her he wanted to marry her. Lynn was ecstatic, though Sarah thought he probably said all that because he was drunk.

She and Declan moved away, across the country. "To start a new life together," he said. Before anyone knew what was happening, she was pregnant. That was the last Sarah ever heard from her- she and Declan were engaged, and were going to have a baby.

When Lynn's body was eventually shipped back to them, it was nearly unrecognizable. After six months with no contact, Sarah found out that Declan beat her on a regular basis for being "stupid enough to get pregnant." She died of complications from an illegal abortion. No one ever heard from Declan again.

For a while after that, Sarah simply stopped dating- though eventually she got so lonely that she couldn't help but get back in the saddle (in a non-sexual way). For the next ten years, she was afraid. Afraid of getting hurt, afraid of being abandoned - but most of all, afraid of being alone. Her father was no help, he became an alcoholic after his wife left him. He spent the rest of his life in and out of rehab, while his remaining daughter was taken away by child protective services.

Sarah eventually began throwing herself into her work and her studies, aspiring to become a nurse- any kind of nurse, it didn't matter. She just wanted to get away from all the memories. That's when she signed up to care for Agent California, a mental patient on an obscure military base in the middle of nowhere- otherwise known as "the place you go when there's nowhere else left to come home to."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oh my god, I am SOOOOOOOOOO sorry I've been gone so long! A lot has happened. Like, a literal shit-ton. I'm a junior now, and I no longer have a best friend. That whole Dan thing really messed me up for a while.

REAL-LIFE STORY TIME.

So sophomore year I was friends with three quadruplet brothers- let's call them Dan, Mike, and Ass. Dan was my best friend, Mike was a good friend and Ass was kind of just there. When I first met Ass, I thought he was cute. He had a girlfriend, (let's call her Janet) and I respected that- until he started flirting with me. He started getting really creepy and sexual, but I couldn't really do anything about it because he's a paraplegic with cerebral palsy that uses his condition as an excuse to get away with the shit that he does. (he's also a fucking liar.)

At first, I complained to Dan about him and told my counselor. Since he was brothers with my best friend, I told her to just have a talk with him and not involve the police. Dan told me that it didn't matter if he was his brother, Ass was being a jerk and should be stopped (we'll come to that later).

It worked, for like, two weeks. Then he started being a creep again, talking about all the children we were going to have (12), until one day when he cornered me and flashed me, and I'd finally had enough. I told my mom, who told my counselor, who told the principal, who told the police, who told his family and apparently had him all this, HE was the one who was mad at ME. Again, because I didn't want to cause his family trouble, I requested not to sue or file a restraining order (big mistake). Even though the POLICE, AND THE SCHOOL told him not to, he started talking to me story short, I called him out on lying about not insulting the school faculty, he was a child about it, reported me for harrassment, and then started bitching about me behind my back. He threatened to get a restraining order against ME. Then, he threw a fit when I told the school what ACTUALLY happened and HE got in trouble.

I was already emotionally unstable, so this threw me over the edge and I got sent home for self harming and suicidal tendencies.

After this, Dan never spoke to me again. No warning, no explanation, he just left me in the dark. He blocked my number, and he's actively avoiding me at school.

Is it my fault I got scared because Ass has threatened physical violence against people before? IS IT? He's shown me videos of him shooting shit with a ton of different guns, AND using explosives- so yeah, I was a BIT worried.

Ugh.

Sorry for making you read all this, and that this author's note is longer than the actual story, but it had to be said.

PSA: If someone is harassing you in any way or form, DO NOT GO EASY ON THEM, ESPECIALLY IF IT'S SEXUAL. I don't care if it's your best friend or their brother OR THEIR FATHER/MOTHER. It's not right and it WILL snowball. Do the right thing for yourself and report it to a trusted adult.

Also, being handicapped does NOT give you the right to treat people the way you feel God treated you. The world is harsh. That's reality. You're not supposed to be handed things on a silver platter. NOBODY owes you ANYTHING. If you feel like the world itself has taken something away from you, be kind. THAT's how you get good things in return.

People are treating you like shit? Be kind.

You were born without legs? Help other people.

Being kind, helping others, and spreading positivity is a much more effective way to add meaning to your life. Hatred and deceit will only get you in trouble and make people like you even less.

If you are kind to others, you can bet your ass that you'll eventually meet someone who will be kind to you.

I used to think this kind of thinking was stupid, crude, and inaccurate, but time has proven me wrong. It's common sense.

So, do yourself a favor and BE KIND to someone today.

What're we supposed to learn from this, you ask? It's simple- Don't be an Ass.