The Tears, Laughter and Hatred of just another teenage girl, chapter 1
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What do you do when your whole world shatters before you? You do what everyone does. You go back to a time when there were no rules or boundaries. Where you could just run around in a tantrum or even cry without anyone looking down on you, without anyone prejudging you. You can just sit in a corner and let the tears roll down your cheeks. Waiting for somebody to come and make it all better. For someone to hold your hand and say it was all just a dream.
So that's what I did.
Well if you replace the corner with the beach in a cold wet town called Hornsea off the east coast of England you've pretty much got it.
I probably looked like some sort of freak to any passers by but luckily no one was there. But then again if anyone was there they'd probably have looked like a freak too, considering it was a dark stormy night when everyone is expected to be wrapped up warm inside escaping from the icy blackness of the chilling storm.
And I suppose if you're reading this you're probably wondering why I was sat on a beach in a storm at night instead of being tucked up in a nice warm bed in a nice house with the central heating on. Well to start with we didn't have a house. Not anymore anyway. Nope instead we had a caravan, and before you make any assumptions about me, no, I'm not a gypsy, I'm just an ordinary 14 year old girl who's parents couldn't afford a house. And no that was not the reason I was sat on a cold beach in a storm I'm not stupid enough to let that be the thing to shatter my whole world.
It had been an ordinary day. There was nothing in the sky to suggest the storms that would be approaching. I was walking with my dad through town after a fun days shopping with him. He never normally did anything with me, so to go shopping with him, which is something most guys avoid, was a memorable and special time.
I was in a daze as the sun was shining brightly overhead and was making me sleepy. The seagulls, hoping for some sort of food, kept swooping down on people as they stumbled along the almost empty streets. I began to walk across the empty road when suddenly a sky blue Peugeot 206 screeched around the hidden corner. It was driving at least 50mph and wasn't slowing. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there waiting for the moment of impact. Everything seemed to move in slow motion.
From the corner of my eye I could see my dad running towards me his arms outstretched before him, and before I could realise what he was doing he'd pushed me forwards onto my knees away from the path of the oncoming car.
My head spun for a moment or two and I didn't know where I was. Suddenly I swivelled around just in time to see the car hit him.
That was the last thing I remembered. I think I must have blacked out or something, because the next minute I was waking up in a hospital bed being told my dad had suffered severe injuries and had died while I was asleep. My family were sat around me; silent tears ran down each and every person's cheeks as we each tried to come to terms with the death.
They let me out that night and as soon as I got home I couldn't stand it. Everything reminded me of him. And the worse part was, his death was my entire fault. If I had been concentrating on where I was going and hadn't been daydreaming he wouldn't have needed to save me. None of this would have happened.
So that's how I ended up on the beach in the stormy weather. I was scared, I was running and hiding, waiting for the angel to come that would make everything ok again.
I sat there for what seemed like forever not knowing what to do with my life or how to react about anything...
So that's what I did.
Well if you replace the corner with the beach in a cold wet town called Hornsea off the east coast of England you've pretty much got it.
I probably looked like some sort of freak to any passers by but luckily no one was there. But then again if anyone was there they'd probably have looked like a freak too, considering it was a dark stormy night when everyone is expected to be wrapped up warm inside escaping from the icy blackness of the chilling storm.
And I suppose if you're reading this you're probably wondering why I was sat on a beach in a storm at night instead of being tucked up in a nice warm bed in a nice house with the central heating on. Well to start with we didn't have a house. Not anymore anyway. Nope instead we had a caravan, and before you make any assumptions about me, no, I'm not a gypsy, I'm just an ordinary 14 year old girl who's parents couldn't afford a house. And no that was not the reason I was sat on a cold beach in a storm I'm not stupid enough to let that be the thing to shatter my whole world.
It had been an ordinary day. There was nothing in the sky to suggest the storms that would be approaching. I was walking with my dad through town after a fun days shopping with him. He never normally did anything with me, so to go shopping with him, which is something most guys avoid, was a memorable and special time.
I was in a daze as the sun was shining brightly overhead and was making me sleepy. The seagulls, hoping for some sort of food, kept swooping down on people as they stumbled along the almost empty streets. I began to walk across the empty road when suddenly a sky blue Peugeot 206 screeched around the hidden corner. It was driving at least 50mph and wasn't slowing. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there waiting for the moment of impact. Everything seemed to move in slow motion.
From the corner of my eye I could see my dad running towards me his arms outstretched before him, and before I could realise what he was doing he'd pushed me forwards onto my knees away from the path of the oncoming car.
My head spun for a moment or two and I didn't know where I was. Suddenly I swivelled around just in time to see the car hit him.
That was the last thing I remembered. I think I must have blacked out or something, because the next minute I was waking up in a hospital bed being told my dad had suffered severe injuries and had died while I was asleep. My family were sat around me; silent tears ran down each and every person's cheeks as we each tried to come to terms with the death.
They let me out that night and as soon as I got home I couldn't stand it. Everything reminded me of him. And the worse part was, his death was my entire fault. If I had been concentrating on where I was going and hadn't been daydreaming he wouldn't have needed to save me. None of this would have happened.
So that's how I ended up on the beach in the stormy weather. I was scared, I was running and hiding, waiting for the angel to come that would make everything ok again.
I sat there for what seemed like forever not knowing what to do with my life or how to react about anything...
