Right person wrong time

Chapter 1

I hate people, well some people. I believe that people come into your life for a reason, that they can give you feelings and experiences you've never felt or seen before. But that doesn't mean that it always arrives with goods for there can truly be cruelty coming with it. For me sadly I never felt or saw it coming- if anything it hit me like a bullet. It struck me straight in my heart, had be bleed out, emotional destroyed, and set me right back up once more to in sight it all over again. It felt like hell, I didn't wanna go through it- I wanted to cut myself off from everyone in the moment I felt of this, to gash out my emotions for them to never be shown again. But that's not possible now is it? Better suck it up then. Even though I claim to dislike others- I hate to express I need them, I need people around me. In life it's surround yourself with peers or die alone. If I had been the choice to I'd pick the second one- it's how I developed, how I aged. It's fascinating to think though for now I'm halfway through shitty high school- along with one of the most spirited cheerleaders, and Home coming royalty. Sounds amazing right?- I guess. From how I aged if you were to tell I was popular back then I would have never believed you, if anything I'd turn my head and call you a "snake"- maybe even laugh in your face. I want to be as brutal as I can- to not sugar coat my story- even though I can't handle the harsh truth either I want it to be told. I'm well known because of this guy, a football player. If you've ever met a football player in about grade 7 you would know that they're absolute dicks, they'll do anything to make you feel like you shouldn't exist, make retarded jokes of one another, and they have the highest ego ever- not to mention the music they listen to. I hate it, I don't fuck with football players anymore they're so stupid, but honestly the only stupid one here is me because I let one shred me to pieces. I let one come into my life and crash over my dreams, not only that but take something special of mine. I couldn't take flight anymore. They slowly preyed on me and tore my halo from my head, shredding my wings and ripping them off my back. Through every moment I knew deep down they enjoyed it and that should've made me happy right? But it didn't, I felt trapped. To fully express think of a bird, a bird that had been beaten and its wings have been injured resulting in the it's loss to fly. It's not only hurt fattily, but it's helpless. I mean it's not gonna start talking and asking for help, it's just on the side of the road.. un able to do anything- Left to die alone.
Now the person who injured to poor helpless bird, how do you think they feel? Why would someone do that anyways?.. well my answer is we don't know. There are people who will fucking screw you over, use you for your wings because they're delicate, and then leave you. Now that I won't ever sugar coat. To add on they didn't even just tare my wings but also my dignity. If you've ever heard of "The honeymoon phase" you would know that it's great as first. The "I love you more", feelings of being in a Disney movie, to even mention the nick names.. it's- really all a phase. Majority begs to differ and I stand on this because they're most likely still in that phase. But conflicts happen now don't they?- they reach deep into the back of your flesh and grip it rigidly till there's marks. Now these marks can come in different formations as in being physical and mentally.