Fireproof

It was the beginning of the summer and I was very ready to start my newest job. My boss, Simon Cowell, has assigned me to some one, I don't know yet. I know that sounds wrong, so I'll go ahead and say this, no Simon Cowell is not selling me off. Anyways, I'm a intern, a managing intern. SYCO Records was one of the first places I applied to, and was the first I got accepted at! And I was very happy.

But lets go back a few years..

I was eighteen when I moved to London, last year. I had lived in a small town in Georgia all my life. I know what you're thinking "Small Town Girl; Big World Dreams" Yeah, yeah, yeah. But really, I hadn't planned on coming to England. My best friend, Amy, forced me to though. She said it would be a good thing to get away from my heartbreak and pain.

My mother was the most generous and selfless person on earth. She always donated money and food to the food drives and all those Charity things. She was never sad. She was always upbeat and happy and enjoyed the life she was given. She passed way five years ago.

She died two years after the doctors told her she had cancer. I'm not too sure what it was called, but it was in her lungs and it had spread through out her body. They said the radiation would have killed her if they continued. So she signed a paper saying that she gave them full permission to take her off life support and let her die peacefully, without any drugs. She lied in that hospital room for two more weeks before finally slipping into the light, where I'm sure she went.

My father, on the other hand, is a cold, mean, harsh man. He had never cared about any one but himself. Him and my mom never got along, my mom tried to keep her emotions in, but most of the time she winded up crying herself to sleep, or hiding in the bathroom to cry and sob because of my abusive father.

I had never liked my father. Never will. He was always mean to me too. But he would hit me, punish me for no reason, and he once raped me, which was the worse thing to ever happen to me. I was thirteen at the time, and I was discovering what Suicide was. My friends were going through similar things and they had been telling me about cutting. So I tried one night after my dad got finished with me.

It released the pain at first. Though, a few months later, I had gone too deep. My dad didn't care. My mom was too sick for me to even bother her, which I didn't want to. I had to call Amy, she helped me.

School wasn't bad. It was my get-away-paradise. I had all my friends. The laughs, the funny and dirty jokes, the weird conversations about the most oddest things. But yet, when I was with my friends..the pain wasn't as bad.

I was twelve when I was hit the most by pain. I had a little brother who was four at the time. He was my pride and joy. I loved him. I bragged about him. I showed him off. I really did love him. He was the cutest thing in the world.. but he was killed in a car accident. My dad was drunk one afternoon and he had to pick us up from school.

He was driving too fast. Too recklessly. Too stupidly.

Adam was my entire world. He was my bestest friend ever. I lost him because of my father. And honestly, that's when I really started hating my father..

But I'm going to let all that damn pain stand in the way of my newest future. I got away from my dad. That town. That house.. that life and I'm not going back now. I'm not turning back. I refuse to give up..

I'm going to be something in this world.. I don't care what.. I just wanna be something for a change..

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