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The UnWorthy Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The UnWorthy

By: Kandy

She knew it was the time she had waited for. It was time for her to go home, to call all her friends up and tell them she was on the way. But she couldn't pull herself to do what she knew was right. She looked at the phone and began to cry thinking of all the people she would be leaveing behind. All the most profound relationships she had ever accomplished. And now, out of all the times she wished she could be strong, she was breaking down.

Sarah didn't understand her life. One minute she was a bright light, the next she was a black hole. She had come from far to learn, and to change into something more. But her light seemed to always fade once she found the perfect score. She didn't really know what she was fighting for.

As she packed her things, she once again glanced at the phone, trying to figure out who would be home. But would they be glad? Would they be absolutly ready for her to return? Frightened inside, she held back the tears that made her tremble with fright. She knew it would be hard, and that she had to try to make it another fresh start. But would they remember? Of course, who would forget! Deep down Sarah knew that they were still mad, but she tried to tell herself that they would all be glad.

Sitting all alone on the bus, she stared out the window. It was dark, and she was leaving to go back to her true home. Sarah waved at all the friends that she had made. She spent such a short time here, and thats where she wanted to stay. She tried to let go of them, but the thought of them all still stayed.

After hours upon hours of the long bus ride, she had finally made it to her destination. The big crowd she longed for, was not anywhere in sight. Then she realized, it wouldn't be the best night of her life. Her hopes and dreams were shattered. But she still held on to the truth, and walked off the bus in rapid proudness. After standing in one spot for several minutes, she realized no one was coming for her. It was okay to walk away. But to where? The only sight of her family was the black limo that sat in the parking lot. Silently with her head down, she began to walk towards it. She could feel the peoplestareing. They all knew her, they remembered what had happened.

Once in the limo, she was safe from all harm. But still, she was lonely, no one to call her own. After thirty minutes of the ride, she arrived. It was the moment she had longed for. But was she ready? Could she stand to bear the pain?

The steps that she took seemed longer than she had imagined. After approaching the door, there was no one to take her in, no one to show their love and support. After making her way to her room, and settleing in, she began to realize that her mother felt it was a sin. They acted different towards her, as if she didn't exist. But Sarah knew it was all about the truth,and there was nothing more to do.

Sarah didn't leave the house, she thought it was a crime. Her friends no longer wanted her, and her parents seemed to never care. But still, Sarah relied on the truth, and decided not to tell.

Before it all happened, Sarah was different. Loved by everyone, and she took it for granted. She was in every pagent, and was always a winner. She dared to try everything, even in winter. But now, Sarah was different, and she knew it in her heart. Her friends turned against her, and no one seemed to miss her. She knew why, and it always made her cry.

As she walked into the school yard, she knew the new topic, and held back the tears that caused all her fears. As they laughed, and she began to cry, and knew they would never know why. The fun and games were over, and Sarah knew the day was growing closer. Once a queen of her own thrown, and now she cried all alone.

She began to run home, as they all started to point. When she got home, she locked herself in her room, and wrote the following:

Dear Mom and Dad,

I'm not so sure of what to say. But I love you, and all the things that ya'll do. I know it was for the best, and I'm sorry, but it's got to rest. I wanted to tell you the truth, but who was to know, it was all a joke. Mom I didn't go riding in the car with him, and it's not like you don't know Tim. Dad you can believe what you wish, I'm not a fat platter on a dish.

It's gone, don't worry I won't be home. But the thought of what you've made me do, is just plain out crude. Does love really have to hurt? Oh, only by you. If they only knew the truth.

But you took that from me, the only thing I have ever known. Right in front of your sitting throne. While they laugh, I will cry, because I know the pain that I have held inside. I left the same, and I've came back totally sane. You were wrong for what you have done, and I am right for not telling all the lies. It's gone, and I'm coming home. You will be the one to live with the regrets of taking your own. For not loving the one who has cherished you. You will be forever sinned in your differences!

Unworthy Love,
Sarah

Sarah was found hours later, but not under the same circumstances. Her wrists were cut, and her shirt was pulled up, and nobody understood why, until they all took a look. The scars were to much to bare, and everyone knew what had happened there. Her parents were the ones they blamed, and it never was the same. Her mother cried in vain, and her dad knew it was more than a game. They had lost two, or maybe more due to the lies that they held inside.

But life shall never be the same. Sarah knew she was right, she wanted to tell the truth instead of hide behind the lies. All but now, they all thought she was full of pride. And now, they will never forget her parents lies.

©2009 Kandy Creations




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