This Is the Story of Young Women Who Was Able to Escape from a Difficult Past to Make a Success of Life.
In a town like the Hamptons, it pays to keep your rivals and frenemies close to you, which in my unlikely situation; I have only grasped this concept two deaths too late. Thirteen years ago, I was assured that violence was the only one way to take someone down however I felt seeking revenge would be a better option. It was a complicated reality to me. I was just 8 years old when he was framed for a crime he did not commit and sent to prison for life. I was permanently separated from him and never saw him again. I became an orphan who struggled for answers growing up and cried my tears out every night whilst praying to God for hope. However, my deceitful and depressing childhood has showered many a promising life.
My mother who was terminally ill and hospitalized for treatment, died a year later. People at the orphanage told me she had passed on but refused to take me to her burial ceremony. She was diagnosed with her mental illness around the same time he was sentenced to prison. It was because of the shallow and feeling less guardians at the orphanage that I was forced to escape the orphanage and seek refuge of my own and try to find my own self. It was official; I had no one left in my life. No friends, no family and no guardians. As I became older, less informed and in touch with reality, I became fragile and weak mentally and physically. I turned to alcohol, drugs and theft to solve my problems. I raged with anger inside because I could not find answers to how a perfect, fun loving and honest person could commit a crime and abandon me after everything we shared together, and the most important thing being our love for each other. However that was farfetched from the reality of my life now. My life turned out to be worthless, after several attempts of trying to commit suicide through illegal substances and breaking into cars and homes, I was busted by a police officer and sentenced to juvenile jail until I turned 18. My life in prison was more chaotic.
My mother who was terminally ill and hospitalized for treatment, died a year later. People at the orphanage told me she had passed on but refused to take me to her burial ceremony. She was diagnosed with her mental illness around the same time he was sentenced to prison. It was because of the shallow and feeling less guardians at the orphanage that I was forced to escape the orphanage and seek refuge of my own and try to find my own self. It was official; I had no one left in my life. No friends, no family and no guardians. As I became older, less informed and in touch with reality, I became fragile and weak mentally and physically. I turned to alcohol, drugs and theft to solve my problems. I raged with anger inside because I could not find answers to how a perfect, fun loving and honest person could commit a crime and abandon me after everything we shared together, and the most important thing being our love for each other. However that was farfetched from the reality of my life now. My life turned out to be worthless, after several attempts of trying to commit suicide through illegal substances and breaking into cars and homes, I was busted by a police officer and sentenced to juvenile jail until I turned 18. My life in prison was more chaotic.