I wrote this story today because I was bored. :)
FORGOTTEN?
Tears came rolling down here face as she wrote every
feeling, every emotion, and every thought she had down in her little blue
journal. Every page was marked with one tear that had dropped gently from her
eyes. Years of pain and years of sorrow filled those little pieces of paper.
Why she wrote them all down, she didn’t know. It’s not like she wanted to look
back and remember “those” days. No one cared enough to listen to her. She was
all alone in this big, lonely world.
With so
many thoughts racing through her head, she leaned over in frustration. Anger
spread through her mind like a blazing fire destroying every good memory she
had (and there weren’t but a few). Why
does no one care? She asked herself this question daily. Maybe there is someone out there who would
care. I just haven’t met that person yet, but I will. Soon. Deep down in
her heart she it was all a lie. But it’s the only thing that kept her going
every day, the only thing that helped her walk through those dark hallways with
all eyes fixed on her.
What
made her so different? Why wouldn’t people accept her? School was like prison.
People judged her. Their eyes pierced straight through her soul like a slashing
dagger searching for those secrets she had locked away deep inside her heart.
They had all heard about her background, about where she came from, and about
her parents. It wasn’t her fault that her parents chose to live the life they
did. She barely even knew her parents before they left her all alone.
She
practically lived on the streets. There were always confused glances thrown at
her by the strangers who walked by seeing the black mascara stains on her face.
Only a few graciously gave her enough money for her to buy one stale loaf of
bread for the cheap grocery store down the block.
Placing
her little blue journal down, she slowly dozed off into an uncomfortable sleep.
Her dreams were not dreams of peace but nightmares of the pain like no one
could even begin to describe. They were always filled with loneliness and
sorrow. Today’s wasn’t any different. There must be more to her life than this.
There had to be. Or had she been forgotten?
A few
hours later, her eyes fluttered open and she wiped the dried back tears for her
face. In her hands was a strange little black book that definitely wasn’t there
when she had first dozed off. There was a sticky note on it that read, in this book, there are answers to all of
your questions. Read it and you will understand. As she tore the sticky
note off, she read those golden letters engraved in the leather binding: Holy Bible. Her life changed from that
moment and soon after, her little blue journal was filled with thoughts of
gratitude to that one stranger who gave her that little book and thoughts of
happiness. Never again would she go back to her old way of life. She knew from
then on that there was One who cared. Even though she could not see Him, she
felt His presence, and knew that she was no longer forgotten.
AMI L.
