Rage and Love, the story of my life, chapter 2
This is her story...
My name is Melissa. I am 23 years old. This is my story. How I left the pain behind, and became who I am today. I was 18 years old when I left my home. The year 2001 was the year. June 29th to be exact. I had always wanted to leave my home. I never felt like I belonged. My dad was horrible to me at times, but he was not a bad person. His rage would get the better of him, and sometimes, my mom, who I knew loved me, would intervine, but other times, she'd sit still, and watch him scream at me, until I'd run to my room and cut my wrist open. It numbed the pain, it made me relax a little, and take my mind away from my pain. I was the Daughter of Rage and Love. At home I was the sad little girl... At school, and away I was ME. Mel, Melissa, Missie, whatever anyone called me. I was hyper and funny, but If I acted that way around my father, he would threaten me. "BEHAVE MELISSA!" he would say. I'd run to my room, hoping he wouldn't yell anymore. Eventually I had enough of it, and I left, the day after I graduated from the small town washington high school. This is where my story begins...
I didn't know exactly where I was going at the time. I was going to call my cousin Sarah, to see if I could stay with her, in the farther side of Washington. Driving through to the next town, my head was racing. I didn't want to burden my cousin, and I wanted to get out of this cursed state. I had savings, It would get me through for a while, for gas, a cheap apartment, and food until I found a job.
Then it hit me.
California
The Sunshine State!
I had wanted to move there since I was twelve years old. I turned my car around and raced the other direction. I pulled my college brochure out of my dashboard.
'Le Courdon Blue
Academy of Culinary Arts
Sanfransisco California
www.baychef.com,' it read. I had wanted to go to this college for an awful long time. I made up my mind, a split descision. I was going to DRIVE all the way from The Seattle Washington area, all the way to the Bay Area...
That
very
night.
My name is Melissa. I am 23 years old. This is my story. How I left the pain behind, and became who I am today. I was 18 years old when I left my home. The year 2001 was the year. June 29th to be exact. I had always wanted to leave my home. I never felt like I belonged. My dad was horrible to me at times, but he was not a bad person. His rage would get the better of him, and sometimes, my mom, who I knew loved me, would intervine, but other times, she'd sit still, and watch him scream at me, until I'd run to my room and cut my wrist open. It numbed the pain, it made me relax a little, and take my mind away from my pain. I was the Daughter of Rage and Love. At home I was the sad little girl... At school, and away I was ME. Mel, Melissa, Missie, whatever anyone called me. I was hyper and funny, but If I acted that way around my father, he would threaten me. "BEHAVE MELISSA!" he would say. I'd run to my room, hoping he wouldn't yell anymore. Eventually I had enough of it, and I left, the day after I graduated from the small town washington high school. This is where my story begins...
I didn't know exactly where I was going at the time. I was going to call my cousin Sarah, to see if I could stay with her, in the farther side of Washington. Driving through to the next town, my head was racing. I didn't want to burden my cousin, and I wanted to get out of this cursed state. I had savings, It would get me through for a while, for gas, a cheap apartment, and food until I found a job.
Then it hit me.
California
The Sunshine State!
I had wanted to move there since I was twelve years old. I turned my car around and raced the other direction. I pulled my college brochure out of my dashboard.
'Le Courdon Blue
Academy of Culinary Arts
Sanfransisco California
www.baychef.com,' it read. I had wanted to go to this college for an awful long time. I made up my mind, a split descision. I was going to DRIVE all the way from The Seattle Washington area, all the way to the Bay Area...
That
very
night.
