Life
WHY? WHY ME? we're her last words to speak.
When I was a little girl I thought nothing would hurt me but of course I was wrong. I grew up to being a happy and joyful kid, thinking that nothing bad would happened. Thinking back to the day I wish I knew what would have happened till this day. Meeting new people was one of the hardest task for me and I became shy and an outcast. One day I met a girl her name was Jasmine which was my cousin. Everybody looked up to her and wanted to be just like her, which was how I felt. We grew up happily together we hardly fought but when we did we always made up at the end.
It was a day I would have never forgotten, I felt as if she had forgotten about me and I decided to tell her I didn't want to be "friends" with her anymore. Crying was the only thing I did, that's the day I found out how it felt to be hurt and forgotten. Of course later on we made up and be came closer WAY closer. Seeing her with others made me jealous when she acted like I was not there. It hurt me and I got jealous and took it out on my other cousin which I know now that I shouldn't have. A day I know for a fact I won't forget is the day that everything went down hill after this day. I went to my mom's room and was asked a serious question if anyone had touched me in a weird way. At that time I thought she was joking until she told me who it was. It was one of the people I cared about which was family to me since he's my Uncle. My mom told me that my cousin said she was being groped and touched by him. The worst part was that my uncle was her step dad. Later on I was told that 2 of my other cousins were saying the same thing. To be honest I didn't believe that nothing happened to the other 2.
Everything began to change real quick I felt lonely and depressed and didn't know what to do anymore. Jasmine and I went out one night around 10 p.m she told me what her story about the situation was and we had the exact same story. We wanted to tell but we knew no one would believe us. POUND! POUND! went the door one way. I ran thinking it was my dad home and opened it. When I opened the door I was shocked to see the police there. They asked about my parents and I ran to tell my mom. Once I got my mom I knew exactly what they were taking about. It was about what had happned and where Jasmine was. I texted Jasmine right away telling her that the cops were at my place and once I did she told her dad and her dad ran. When they left I asked my mom what had happened but she acted as if nothing had happened. I kept in touch texting back and fourth with Jasmine. She told me the cops got her dad and I felt like I was about to cry but I just held it in. Of course I wished I was there so that I can comfort her and tell her everything was going to be alright. After that day she stopped talking to me. I felt like a piece of me was taken away and I wanted to cry. Whenever I tried to talk to her after that she didn't really speak to me, I wrote her paragraphs on paragraphs and she still hardly texted me. She moved in with my aunt and I was aggravated on how she could have acted so normal around the people who had put her father in jail. She just gave up, she began to do drugs and I tried to help her throughout it but she just shut me out. School was coming up and I was nervous, when we started later down I show my mom a video of my cousin vaping and she was furious. She told my aunt and then after that I felt like I wanted to just be gone not in this world anymore. She began to spread rumors around the school saying I was a snitch and Jasmine was there helping her not saying anything which angered me the most. I know life is tough but I didn't think it would be this tough I just fell worthless and not wanted. Why? why me? I asked myself this question everyday with no response.
