I needed a friend.

I used to have a fairly decent life. That is, before this all happened to me. My friends, and family and even ex-boyfriends felt sorry for me. One thing i cannot stand is people feeling sorry for me.

My life was was turned upside down in a million diffirent ways. The boyfriend broke up with me, friends stopped calling, and family stopped coming around. All because of him. My dad, I knew from the start of my life that my dad had a horrible temper, but never would i have guessed it would have escladed this far.

It pains me inside to even think about this but i have to. My dad killed my mother. And i watched. I was helpless. No idea what to do... So i ran. I ran as fast and as hard as i possibly could away from him. I loved my mother, but i knew she would have wanted me to run. I didnt know where i was going, but i ran, I ended up at the hospital. In my dad's rage he had thrown me accrose the room, and my hand hurt like hell. When i got to the hospital i was trying to think of a story to tell them about what happened to my hand because i was fairly certin that it was broken. When the doctor asked what happened, i just blurted it alll out. The true story. I was suprised by myself.But i knew it was the right thing to do. So they fixed mt hand, But there was still another problem. I had no one to take care of me, I didnt have any other family other than my parents. I was an orphan..

I was put into foster care. But just like you imagined, no one wanted a teenage girl.. With all the mental problems they thought i had because of my mom's tragic death. So i lived in that gross state provied house with all the other teenagers who had no place to go.

I decided to start preparing for when i was 18 and could move out of this place. I was only 16 now, so i still had 2 years ahead of me, I got a part time job at the local supermarket. Everyday when school went out, i went straight there.

The person i bagged fo was only 19. He was kinda weird though. And then i got to know him. Turns out he had to go through almost the same thing as me. His parents died so he had to be put in foster care. When i told him i was in the same ordeal he stared at me as if he thought i was a lunitiac.

Then he said do you wan to get out. I was completly in shock. I mean this guy and i have only known each other for about 3 months. And he wanted to "adopt" me. He said that he really liked me as a friend, and he knew what i have to go through. He wanted to help.

So they next day i was out of the state provided house and into his. I was so grateful for this man, he changed my life. I no longer felt as if i was a freak or a loner. I acctually had a home, and life. I was happy. For the first time after my dad killed my mom, i was truly happy. I thank this man every day for taking me in. If it wasnt for him who knows where i would be today, I guess all i needed was a friend....

Author's Note

This is fake story, just to let you know.. Hope you like it though :)

Reviews

[MelissaRocksDuhh]

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[Marcella P.]

Wow..thats whoa. Very very well done!