Nevaeh faced with problems coming down left right and centre has no other option but to face them head strong.
She needs to deal with boys, friends, family and so much more.
Join her on her journey where nothing is ever easy.
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There are some people in the world who are born into the easy path and some who are thrown into the ravines left to fight for their life. Nevaeh, was neither of those.
No she was not a royal or an orphan. She was but simply a child when it all began. A child that like the rest of the 13.5 million kids living in the UK alone was cared for, loved for, worked for, all until that ended. Not all beginnings have such a happy ending and vice versa, and being centred in the middle of everything was not easy. Nothing ever was.
When she was 5, the fights began. The vicious screams that emanated out of the kitchen from her mother as she battled against her husband in a futile attempt to stop him from throwing the furniture around, was worthless. All heard, no matter how hard the mother tried, by three children who were just beginning to understand how cruel the world can truly be. Months went by where her parents would not talk and when they finally did to presume the facade they had carefully set, it didn't last long, not at all. This never-ending cycle continued for almost 10 more years. No one knew however that Nevaeh was deeply affected by all this. You see she thought this was all her fault. How could it not be?
Nevaeh at 10 fell into the abyss of darkness and as the lake shivered with the morning wind, she shivered under the covers as the atmosphere in the house was not as she once knew. Before her parents had began their feud, all was well. Her father took her out on expeditions to ice-cream stalls and journeys across the markets. Never did she think that that was all a lie. In fact all her father was was a liar, a cheat and a glutton. He was no saint.
Although she was the youngest out of all her siblings, she knew that her brother and sister had obviously been through a lot more, having dealt with this stupidity for more years. But...having forced to grow up to endure these misfortunes, was placed early on Nevaeh's shoulders. She had to grow up, it was the only way out of the world she currently lived in.
Then at 13, she had learnt a way to deal with the pain that resided and gnawed within her. There was no other option. She had to do it. She had braced herself with a red knife clutched tightly in her hand,and slowly watched the water of the bathtub go down the drain; she sat there while her bottom hurt; couldn't help wonder that it was almost as if the bathtub killed itself before it could watch Nevaeh do what she was about to do. Nevaeh pushed her silly thoughts aside and while she cried and her eyes became bleary, she made the first cut. Fuelled by the thoughts that consumed her, she cut and cut and kept cutting until her skin became red with agitation and swollen with hurt. Words that were used to taunt her and haunt her came bellowing forward and her mother's words of wisdom to 'not let the mind overcome you' went away like the water down the bathtub.
As Nevaeh climbed out the bathtub and played incredibly loud music to drown the sound of her tears, she prepared herself for the stinging sensation that followed as she applied cologne on her fresh scars to speed the healing process. Each time after she did it, she always questioned her sanity. Why would she do something as horrid as this? What was the reason? Truly, she had no bloody clue. But in order to feel something and direct the mental pain somewhere else was why she did it. She didn't want attention. To make sure of that, she always wore long sleeve tops and trousers. She didn't want pity.
Of course she had friends, but she didn't understand them. Her supposed to be 'best friends', were never there for her. They were constantly stuck in their own worlds and although they had shared her problems, the connection they once had was gone. Not one of her 'friends' knew what Nevaeh faced at the dead of night and how she locked herself in her bathroom. They knew nothing. Books and music were her only solace, until she realised she had to branch out and make new friends, ones that actually gave a damn about her. And that is what she did.
She had made the best of the best-est friends. They were her lifeboat and she had never felt more secure. With them she could share indefinitely everything. With one she could completely share everything, and her with Nevaeh, they had never drifted, with the other they could talk about rendezvous's with boys, they had never drifted, and the other they could fan girl about the most silliest of things and still find a way to make something serious not, they had never drifted. They were my equals and she knew she owed them her life for that.
Outside of school and home, was another place where Nevaeh could relax, a place that was the most relaxing venue on earth. The water. The deep blue water that sparkled whenever the sun glistened its rays through the windows onto the blue liquid. With this came more friends and this in fact is where her demise began to fall even more. This is where it all began.
