The Story of A Girl

Let me tell you a story.

A story about a girl.

Her mother was sick and her father was always stressed and often mad at the world.

Her sister had a lifetime Illness and her eldest brother was hardly home. Her youngest brother was a pain in the ass and often misbehaved.

This girl you see, was the mother figure when the parents were away, she got everything organised and made sure that everyone was okay.

While her sister cooked and cleaned the kitchen, the girl would do the washing. Although they fought, the girl helped her younger brother with his homework and watched him as he played. She still wanted him to be safe, each and every day.

Sometimes the family got along, others it fell apart. This girl, she had no consistancy within her family home.

Her school life was filled with drama, the usual for a teenage girl. One of higher academic skills and lesser on the sporting fields. She enjoyed sport and school in general, but her passion lied in acting. A place to be whoever she wanted to be, anyone but herself.

A glimpse of freedom in this hell hole we call our world.

She loved to yell and scream and shout, let go of all emotions. She was good at it. The acting, the drama, she had finally found her niche.

But once she left that drama room, the drama never stopped. She put back on her mask of normality and played a teenage girl. One whose life had nothing wrong. The one who was funny, smart, energetic, confident, kind and care free.

She helped friends with relationships and heartbreaks, ignoring problems of her own. She gave advice on how to cope and manage, yet never took her own advice and refused to even share her troubles.

This girl. She'd return from school, the mask would slowly fade. She would never admit to her sadness. She would keep herself isolated. Locked inside her room. She sated she had "homework" or "studying" to do.

She cried alone in her room and often in the shower. Then she'd cry herself to sleep. Letting go of all that had gone on. The stress of sickness in the family and her fathers common rage. Family hassles not specified as well and school based issues. The homework and the playground drama.Bullying, rumours, relationships, frindships. Everything took its toll.

The girl cried for hours as she lay awake at night.

But had her mother called, or her siblings for that fact. She wuld have gone immediately to their side. On her way she would wipe her eyes, put on her best and brightest smile. And as she listened to them speak, she would listen fully and completely, despite the sleep she hadn't had, to every detail of their story.

She didn't expect thanks or praise. She wanted simply just to make their day or see them smile once again. For she knew if they did... she would do the same.