Giving Up Losing Hope and Letting Go

Written by Silence McConelly

Disclaimer

I do not own newsies or else I would not be here right now I would probably be having my way with spot...Oh did I say that out loud lol anyway I also don't own script she owns herself. Alexis McConelly is mine and the idea is mine. Please R&R

Prologue

Have you ever had one of those days where all seems hopeless and nothing seems to get better or worse it just stays at an even in-between that no matter what is still hell. That's what happened to me. My name is Brianna McConelly. I was born in Ireland and made the trip here to America with my parents. I was an only child and I loved it. Of course we were of the lower class in Ireland but I didn't mind. My dad was always doing his best to make this better for my mom and me. He was unlike most of the Irish population of men whereas the Irish are known for their drinking however my DA never drank except at a celebration. He was more concerned about working then anything because he wanted to save enough for us to come over to Americas.

Finally when I turned 16 years old I came to America. However, my parent's died on the way here of influenza. And I stepped onto the rocky shores of the New World by myself with $30 in my pocket thanks to my DA who had given it to me before he died. The New World was beautiful. Full of people who were different then me. I soon got a job and an apartment and I was living the good life. For two years I lived on my own happy and content with my life. But 4 months before I turned 18 I met a boy.

His name was Michael and he was a sweetheart. He was Irish like me and he was perfect to me. The day I turned 18 he asked me to marry him. I gladly obliged. However the day after as he was at work his friend Brian came into my apartment and raped me. 1 month later I found out I was pregnant and I could do nothing but tell Michael.

Michael did not believe that his best friend Brian had raped me and called me a whore, slut, wench and every other name possible before leaving and slamming the door behind him. That night he came to me drunk as a skunk and raped me over and over again and beating me in the face, arms and legs but she thanked god as she fell into unconsciousness that he had never hit her in the stomach.

SO"S

Thank you Script for playing this idea out with me I've had it in my head for forever but I finally got the guts to play it out with someone to get it going along. 