Bitter Sweet Migraine, chapter 1

No one understood me. Life was just a meaningless void. I couldn't take it anymore.

Every day I got up and walked to school, all the while staring at the children playing on the sidewalks. Laughing and playing. But they were too young. Too young to understand that life was not as joyous as many believe.

But at one point in my life, I did not have the outlook on everything that I now have.

That was before it happened.
I had been an innocent child of the age of 8. My parents had been happy together for many years. Longer than I had been alive. And my sister and I had lived happily in our big house. We had been a wealthy family. We had butlers, maids, and even our own personal cooks. We had gotten along well with all of our neighbors and had been considered a typical, wealthy, American family.

My father had made it big in the stock market years back and now owned his very own business. That was, until his company was bought out. No-one had thought it could happen but some rich East Islander had.

And that was the beginning of the terrible life I was to lead.