My Story Of My Life

I woke up on a cold, torn up mattress. I try to stand up, struggling since I was tied to the wall behind me. My head was throbbing and my wrists and ankles burned from the rope. That 's when I heard you walking down the stairs. My heart was pounding out of my chest. You then slowly unlocked the cage. For the first time I couldn’t save myself. You leaned over me, you stunk of stale cigarettes and booze. I knew I could survive the things you would do to me, I just didn’t know if I could ever get out.

Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if you bought it? I did and have. My life was bought off of E-bay for $15.97 plus shipping and handling. It came in the mail three days after I ordered it, but take my advice, E-bay lives are boring! You won’t ever have anything to do. If you really want to try it, come find me and sample mine. You’ll see just how boring an E-bay life can get.

I was smiling ear from ear when I found out some very unexpected news that my mom had just told me. Me, my sister, and my brother were called into the living room by my mom, I guess she had some important news to tell us. It was a normal day so far at the Decker house, besides some of our craziness. I did not know that my life would change forever in an instant, something I would have never imagined. I did not know that this moment in time would be one of the most important moments to have happened to me.

I am currently living in San Antonio,Texas, but I was born in Wichita, Kansas. The city Wichita is a much smaller than San Antonio, so life was extremely different than here. The city was calm and quiet, not much really happened so I was allowed to venture out and explore.My elementary school was only walking distance from my home,meaning I could travel to and from school without any problems. While I walked home, my mom would always have something ready to eat the moment we walked in the door. My mother has always been a affectionate woman. She has a friendly heart, but will raise her voice if she needs to. She and my father would always teach us right from wrong and showed us that when someone was mean, kill them with kindness. My father is a hard working man and tries his best to get along with everyone. He exceeds at his work to make sure that we are better off than he was as a child. No matter how exhausted he is after a day's work, he always takes the time to talk to us and make sure we are doing good. He pushes us to always try our best and is always providing support. He always tells me that I am intelligent, but for my sister, he supports her in a different way; she is not as skilled and keeping information. So my parents help her study. My sister is five years younger than me,so we don't always get along. She is loud and annoying, but can also be caring when she has to be.When she was in elementary school, she always came home saying how much she loved it. It

Broken. My world is crashing before my eyes. How will any of this ever be okay again? Oh, that’s right. It won’t.

It was an incredibly normal summer day. The sunlight on my skin was a euphoric distraction from the everyday stress of my life, the sound of the waves coming off Norway Lake a rhythm that nearly had me sleeping. The sand stinging my back and legs was a cruel reminder that the nirvana I was experiencing only came from forgetting what was really going on around me. My best friend Justin was going to be showing up soon. I had to work later that night, and my mother had a court date early in the morning the next day, so I knew that I’d have to wake up early to make breakfast for my family and help my mom get paperwork together.

I grabbed my things and ran to my car. It was pouring rain. I put my keys in the ignition as fast as I possibly could, and hit the gas pedal with all the force in my body. Jessica is my 17 year old daughter, she is a senior in high school and captain of the cheer team. She is my life. Veronica is my ex wife of 22 years. We had a messy divorce last year. Veronica and I went to marriage counseling but we just were not feeling it anymore. It was a mutual decision. We still are best friends though. I was 5 minutes away from Veronica’s house and I was panting like a dog that didn’t drink water for a week. I was so nervous. As I pulled up to the driveway, there was a police car also at the house. I started to think that maybe Jessica was caught with drugs or alcohol, but that wasn’t the case. I opened my car door. Jumped out of the car and tried to stay positive because I didn’t know what to expect. As I was walking to the front door I started to feel anxious. I opened the door and all I saw was Veronica screaming crying in the chair next to the window. I ran up to her and asked her what was wrong.

If only dreams could come true, I would wish that I were born into a two parent home or at least parents that were able to co-parent and be cordial amongst one another. I also wish that my family was close or more of a “normal” family. I was born on March 17, 1991, in Chicago, Illinois at Cook County Hospital, that’s all I really know or remember about my childhood. Based on what I’ve been told I didn’t spend much time in Chicago, there weren’t any videos or pictures from the day I was born. My mother was 22 at the time she had me and she was unmarried, I couldn’t tell you where my father or his family was on this eventful day.

Monday morning came and I couldn’t fucking believe this shit, out of four classes me and Haley had three together. Tuesday Morning and I couldn’t believe this shit again, out of two classes we were in both of them together. I thought about changing classes, but then what Kev said hit me like a ton of bricks. Why cry over it instead start working on making her mine. Honestly I didn’t know how to do this so like a sucker for the first week I snuck and stared at her. After a week or so, we ended up in a four person group to work on a group project. Just my luck, but hey it is what it is. The group met up in the library twice a week until we had the project completed. Once the project was completed, a few people decided to have a get

They began talking about writing people up regarding certified pieces and his leave time having to be put in on a Friday. He said “No, things are fine,” regarding writing people up.” He was talking about her cursing at him earlier in the morning and she said, “This is how we do.” He will say it and she will deny it to the fullest. He said, “you her hear right?” He said, “Let him get out of here,” joking and she said, “yeah before you get yourself in trouble because of what I’m smelling.” He points to the water bottle on her desk and says, “you sure it not you, or what you got in there.” She said, “Get out of here,” and then he left. I was send back out to help Marina on Route 9.

“1….1….2...3 b-breath” the voice was shaky scared worried “keep y-your eyes open please” it was blurry I couldn't tell who was talking my eyes were barely just barely opened “come on just...just a little longer” I couldn't tell if it was a he or she I just knew it was a voice I lay my head back on...on a soft pillow where did this come from it was so soft and squishy so fluffy I could care less about where it came from i just need to close my eyes they were so heavy I just need to close them for a second just a second yeah I shut my eyes and slowly start fading into the blackness I listened this time to the voices there are multiple in every direction I felt surrounded maybe I was I still couldn't tell who they were though I felt something

“ You are currently in a very healthy weight for your age and body structure,” explained the doctor. Oh never mind then.

I throw my books on the bed and approached the jack slowly, it was the one I asked for an astonishing leather jacket I was surprised my mom actually got it for me. Then I looked at my brothers bed and sall a gross ugly brown jacket on his bed with a little green stain at the top. It looked twice the size of him. I felt a little bad for him When I went over to touch the jacket i felt like my hand was touching a rugged dog. Then I looked at my new jacket and took the attention of his ugly brown jacket with a nasty old green staine. I decided to try it on. It looked perfect not too big not too small. I looked at myself in the mirror the combed my hair so it would have a flip. I looked exactly like a biker dood.

Seeing if the number wasn’t fake was to true, so I didn’t reply back. And so I waited. For many hours later, I thought of the description she told me about yesterday night at the Festival. About how she was the daughter of a man that held a high rank in military forces. At first, I was shocked for who she was. And second I didn’t see this coming. But I was happy to hear that she was telling me this, for who and what she was. As for me I was on the down side, like I was in school and has many friends, so fore. But I never told about my true self. My phone rang and it was her, she reply back in pretty sparkly stars with a glittered text saying “Hey!, __!“ “I had a great night!” :) “And how are you doing?” “And Do you want to hangout?” My

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.