Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Jun 4, 2010 20:59:22 GMT -8
Life was getting so complicated lately. Why couldn’t Megan just stand up to Willow? Why was she listening to everything the girl told her? Megan knew what she was doing wasn’t right. She never was one to treat people like that, let alone her own friends. She was being a real bitch to everyone, and she was gonna wind up pushing her friends away. But what could she do? Megan liked the feeling of being popular. She liked feeling as though she was wanted. None of this even made sense to her. She was acting like someone that just wasn’t her. And yet no one even noticed it. But what more did she expect? No one ever noticed a girl like herself. She was used to that feeling by now.
After all, it was a feeling that she’d known all her life. The truth was, she was miserable. But she refused to admit it to herself.
As if things at school weren’t bad enough for the young girl, she had to deal with her home life as well. Her father was oblivious to what was going on right under his own nose. Megan wanted to tell him everything. Of what Jonathon was doing. But she couldn’t. How could she? She just didn’t think that he would even believe her. And why did she believe that? Jonathon made her believe so.
Megan was good at that…of letting others make her believe something that was farthest from the truth. Her father had been to blame for that one. He’d gotten her so scared of life and he made her believe things about her and her family and about life that had never been true. And even after several years of therapy, that has never changed. Her new family had seen real potential in her. They thought she was progressing so well. She had them fooled, though. If she had progressed, then why was she so damn screwed up inside. Megan didn’t even know who she was. Who was she?
It was already 10 o’clock at night…on a school night no less. She’d never even gone back home after school. And she knew that she would be in so much trouble with her dad. Not only for still being out so late when she had school the next day, but for the simple fact that she was still grounded. But Megan just didn’t care. She couldn’t go home. She hated it there now. It wasn’t her dad’s fault, or Matt or Hayleigh. It was them…it was that family. She hated Jonathon. And she hated being in the same house as that man.
Megan walked into the park, the one place where she felt truly safe anymore. She liked to go there. It felt like the only place where she could just sit down and think. And at least she wouldn’t have to worry about Jonathon here, right? With a sigh, Megan sat down on the park bench, bring her knees up to her chest.
After all, it was a feeling that she’d known all her life. The truth was, she was miserable. But she refused to admit it to herself.
As if things at school weren’t bad enough for the young girl, she had to deal with her home life as well. Her father was oblivious to what was going on right under his own nose. Megan wanted to tell him everything. Of what Jonathon was doing. But she couldn’t. How could she? She just didn’t think that he would even believe her. And why did she believe that? Jonathon made her believe so.
Megan was good at that…of letting others make her believe something that was farthest from the truth. Her father had been to blame for that one. He’d gotten her so scared of life and he made her believe things about her and her family and about life that had never been true. And even after several years of therapy, that has never changed. Her new family had seen real potential in her. They thought she was progressing so well. She had them fooled, though. If she had progressed, then why was she so damn screwed up inside. Megan didn’t even know who she was. Who was she?
It was already 10 o’clock at night…on a school night no less. She’d never even gone back home after school. And she knew that she would be in so much trouble with her dad. Not only for still being out so late when she had school the next day, but for the simple fact that she was still grounded. But Megan just didn’t care. She couldn’t go home. She hated it there now. It wasn’t her dad’s fault, or Matt or Hayleigh. It was them…it was that family. She hated Jonathon. And she hated being in the same house as that man.
Megan walked into the park, the one place where she felt truly safe anymore. She liked to go there. It felt like the only place where she could just sit down and think. And at least she wouldn’t have to worry about Jonathon here, right? With a sigh, Megan sat down on the park bench, bring her knees up to her chest.
