Sarah grew up loving people. She wouldn't care what people said. She wouldn't care when her best friend Lisa told her "not to hang out with Jason because he is weird". She didn't have a care in the world. Sarah wanted to see for herself who is bad and who is good. And if they were bad she would try to find good in them. She loved a lot of people. She loved her parents and family. She loved her friends. One day Sarah grew up.
It really wasn't a matter of growing up it really was just the entire world turned on her. Her parents got divorced even when they promised they wouldn't. Her best friends betrayed her. And by betray I mean verbally abuse and tell everyone to beat her. Her father would abuse her and tell Sarah her and her mother is horrible. All she had was her brother and her mother. Her brother turned into a spoiled little boy with no heart and betrayed Sarah. Sarah had her mother. Her mother loved Sarah. One day Sarah came back from school and found her mother on the floor from suicide attempt (pill overdose). She couldn't handle it. She had nobody. Her mother went to the hospital and Sarah's abusive father got full custody.
After all this Sarah couldn't handle the pain of living. She stopped loving everyone. Then, if something happened to someone she loved deeply, she wouldn't feel as upset. She would put up walls from emotion. But some nights It didn't work.
Sarah would cry every night wondering why this all happened to her. "Why me?" She couldn't handle the pain so she went into the bathroom took a pair of scissors and shredded her skin. On the floor sobbing. She would fake a smile and believe that she wasn't depressed she was just "upset". She never spoke of that day. Why? Because she had always been the one to tell people that everything was going to get better. She was always the supporter and loved people. She was the one that wanted to help the depressed. She sat on her bed once more and whispered "why me?" She then thought for a second. "Because I loved people"
