Today is going to be the worst day of my life. It's the 16th year anniversary of my parent's death. I never got to meet them, they sadly died a year before I was born of a tragic car accident. I was raised by my abusive alcoholic aunt Amy who was part of a cult until a couple of years ago. I woke up, wrestled my silky blonde hair into a messy bun, and stared into my blue-green yellow ( i haven't decided on a color) orbs that shined with tears. I waited at the bus stop until it got there, writing in my diary until I got to school. As soon as I got to my locker someone tapped on m,y shoulder for me to turn around to see my boyfriend, Luke cheating on me with my ex-best friend, Melissa. I feel cold, wet, moist tears falling down my face. So many thoughts running through my head. How could he do this? Why would he do this? Did he know what day this was? But the one which lingered throughout the entire day, was, was I not good enough for him? The rest of the day was unbearable, it felt like all eyes were on me. Once I got out of school it was raining and uncontrollable sobs, burst out of me as I ran all 7 miles home. I walked in the door and five men were sitting on my couch with tea and crumpets. My aunt was standing beside them as if she were waiting for me. I drop my bag and say "What's going on"
