This is the all inclusive story of #7. Of course there was mom and dad. 6 children then, #7 was born. Within SevenTeen years of her birth would be plenty of trails and tribulations. Of course life will always be complicated for a big family. Sure you can say that for the most part,the world saw the family as Big and Happy. Sure they lived in a tough neighbourhood, but it's where the government made them locate. She thought that living in poverty was normal for all children.
When she was born she wasn't supposed to be alive. She was supposed to be a still born baby at birth. Of all things, God thought otherwise. It wasn't her time yet. He didn't want her back home so soon. At age 1, 3, &5 she would catch Malaria. Yet God still didn't want her back so soon. Every time he saw her suffer, and cried he counted the tears she shed. Through the years she would have a father that fought her right and wrong. Black and white, there was never areas of grey he told her. When her family relocated to another country, things were hard. She left all that she knew. It didn't help that the only person that really cared was dead and gone. Oh she thought so much about her grandmother day and night. She always watched over her. Her grandmother gave her heart to #7. Sure she walked to school everyday, had people call her names. Black shit, waste, black whore, throw rocks and holler even more inappropriate things. Her heart felt weary but she had to go on. Life as a 7 year old was hard. But the hardest so far for her.
What life threw at her, she handles it as best a grown woman could. Always staying strong, though it wasn't in a child's place. Never letting anyone see her cry either. If only life stopped being hard there, then she could of possibly became a regular teen.
Of course, 7 years after leaving her home country she had to experience the most disastrous of things. At 13 she had to live with a man touching her. It had to be the group of men that were so close to her family. It had to be the people who she looked up to as father figures. 1000's of kilometres away from the rest of her family, and In a new home. With familiar faces, she had to keep her secret. Because she knows what it would do to her family. When she cried on the inside, and even screamed but kept a good composure and always laughed, that's when she knew it was too deep. She had lost her innocence because she was officially broken on the inside. That strength that kept her going wasn't her drive. It was basic survival.
Time passed, things changed, and her family came around. 7 years in this new country she met a man. Sure at 16 you couldn't good attention from bad. But the looks he gave her, made her feel sexy. That's when it all went down hill. Walking around with a bruised heart, an undercover agenda against men, and wearing only the most scandalous outfits. She found herself a boyfriend. Someone who gave her all the attention, affection, and things worth lots. Things turned out terribly. Used to keeping secrets, she kept her pregnancy a secret. She knew how precious the child inside of her was. She didn't want to anyone to know so she kept it to herself. Even the boyfriend didn't know. Until that dreadful day, when her family beat her so badly. It hurt more then anything, to have a grown man stomp on you, and beat you for no real reason. She lost her child, and decided turned her back on her family. Only months later, to find out once again she was expecting. I her mind she had found the man of her dreams, and wanted so badly to have a family with him. Just her child, husband, and her. That was the picture in her mind too bad he didn't feel that way. Already feeling like there wasn't anyone who cared or loved her, he asked her to choose. Him or the baby. They both couldn't stay. It was the darkest day in her life she felt. That day when she made the decision that she had to obey her boyfriend. She couldn't embarrass him, or stop him from his goals by forcing him to be a father. So she went ahead and had that abortion. She died that morning, along with her child. Her soul was in the dark realm.
You only live once they say. 4 weeks after that abortion she decided to take her own life. She prepared the letters explaining everything to her family, and old friends. Life was too hard, and very hopeless. So she went ahead; took 2 bottle full of pills,cough syrup, and Appleton estate. A toxic cocktail. Life wasn't worth living in her eyes. Sad to say that nobody found her body for 2 days. Nobody cared to check on her. Lord rest her soul.
Written by ADDGarang
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