This chapter isn't really part of the story. It's just to give you a feel of how some people end up on the streets and so on. It's to show how emotional and hurtful things can be. Soooooo yeah. If you wanted to you could skip this chapter and wouldn't miss anything. I'm going away for four days or so, so I don't know if i'll update or not.
This wasn't just a hobby or something to do in your spare time. This was your life. Your everything, your reason. To most being in a gang or going out to the dark corners of the world was you just being a dumb good for nothing kid. Little do they know, that that's all you ever knew.
It was this or abusive parents at home or people who made fun of you at school.
No one cares...
In the beginning, you would sneak out for a few hours one night a week. A few hours would turn into all nighters and one night into days. Soon enough you just disappear all together.
Who would even care?
The parents that abuse you every night? The teachers that don't notice when you'd skip class? The police who are too busy with "other problems." to go looking for some random kid who is going through a "phase".
People don't get it. They don't understand that the reason you're out here and living with people who carry knives and guns is because no ever did understand. No one cared to try and tell them no it's okay; you have a place in the world and you are loved. You don't have to sell yourself, you shouldn't have to carry a weapon around with you because you're afraid. You shouldn't have to feel alone and that you need to fight everybody.
The only people who accept you is your family. Your set, your gang. They take you in they say that they will take care of you.
But once you fall in, it's almost impossible to get out.
You become someone that if you looked in the mirror a year before you would have been afraid of.
This is you now. This is your life. Stealing, cursing, getting high, killing...
No one told you that you are beautiful. That the reflection you see before all this is beautiful! Know one told you it's okay to cry, it's okay to get mad, it's okay to be different.
No one supported you, or even cared when you came to school with unwashed, ripped clothes and bruises on your face. No one asked if you were okay or if you wanted to talk about it. No one told you that before the drugs and drinking you were perfect just the way you were.
Before the hate, before the set, before the drugs, before the sex, before the theft, before the crimes, before the blood, before the screams,before the cutting, before the killing.
You were perfect.
You still are perfect.
You will be whatever you make yourself out to be...
You are not that ugly person you think you see in the mirror.
You are beautiful, you are kind, you are smart, you are amazing, you are strong, you are talented, you are special, you are caring, you are human.
You are loved.
-Serina livery