chapter 1

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Life changes drastically, I thought. 

I had stopped looking back upon my once blissfully and then torn apart life. Sometimes smiling or laughing at the remembrance of the good old times didn't seem to be so hard. Sometimes it seemed impossible. Once life was so normal then suddenly it wasn't worth living anymore. Once I had everything I needed and eventually got things that I wanted but then the time when I lost everything.

A breeze blew against my face through the open window of the truck I hitchhiked in. The man sitting beside me, the owner of the truck was an old man. He looked pale like he worked too hard all his life. He had a cigarette in his mouth, he saw me looking so he offered me a cigarette from the pack but I shook my head "I don't smoke" I said quietly. I didn't smoke because my once upon a time friends used to smoke and they loved it...they got addicted to I knew if I start and get addicted I wouldn’t have so much money or money at all to pay for them. I looked at the old man again....his face had wrinkles n he looked so distant and sad...his hands were hard n very rough...they looked rough, they would probably feel rougher to the touch. He made me wonder about my life ahead...would I look like this when I'm at his age? I had no idea. I was a lost kid in the world... A loner...wanderer...once I had a normal life...I had friends...there was so much to I have nothing but my had been 2 hours since I started this journey...I was glad that this man picked me up but he didn't say a word to me since I sat in...He had just asked where I want to go and I had said anywhere. Maybe he also realized how empty I was so he didn't talk to me.

I hated to look upon my past but I had no choice. I couldn’t make myself forget the good times but they were years back in life, to get to them I had to pass through the miserable times...the times that emptied me...finished my life...took everything from me...left me alone..On my own.

The very few things which were left and I took with me were the clothes on my skin...two extra pair of clothes in my school bag. The shoes I was wearing, a comb, toothbrush, my mobile which I got on my recent birthday and my iPod, few books, few pictures of my past which would give me strength to regain my life which I always remember the people I loved and the few who loved me back. I also carried a diary and a pen. And one thing which I was blissful about was my savings. I had saved 500 dollars and my friends used to laugh because when we were little they used to buy games and stationary while I saved money and when we grew up they used to go to cafes n waste money on alcohol or cigarettes while I saved money...they used to say "why save money when your parents can buy you anything in the world" but I used to ignore's not like I saved every cent I got....I saved half or at least quarter of my pocket parents were rich...but it was just an instinct and look now these few dollars I saved are all the money I am left with. 

Life is unfair but there are ways to survive right? People suffer a lot...they are in worse conditions but they survive don't they? It only requires the will to live...and I have plenty of it.

People suicide but I'm not going to do is a challenge, I’ll fight till my last breath...I’ll get my life back, I’ll struggle....I was never a loser...I was always a fighter and ill prove to life that I won't be weak...I’ll be strong...I’ll start a new's hard..It’s awful to think about how things will turn out...