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Allicen

Girl Looking For The Meaning Of Life

Commerce City, United States

Hello,

My name is Allicen. I'm a Junior at Lester Arnold High School. I've been a writer ever since I could remember. Writing helps me share my horror stories as a child and share them with others that go through the same thing, or for people to learn and understand how kids like me can act out in strange ways. I found this app just looking for a contest to share my story and maybe make some side money to help support my family. My writing skills have brought through very hard times and help me see the positive outcome of everything happening around me. The stories I've read, have brought joy into my life, even if it's not my own. And has changed me into a person that has wanted to make a change in this chaotic world for kids like me. Thank you for your time.

~fellow writer.

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Jan 20, 2020 4 years ago

Today is a new day. January 1st, 2020 is the start of a new year. A new year for me to start my journey through something called life. Life cant be considered defined, unless scientifically. Life is a lot more than science. Its heartbreak, it's love, It's chaotic and unfair, it's confusion and arrogance, its fear of failing and the amazing feeling of succeeding. It's decisions, bad and good, that turn into lessons for more decisions. It's fear of the breaking of your mind, the breaking of your heart and of your soul. Its the building of the mind, heart, and soul through the break. How do you know that the choice of your journey is the right one? How do you know if your fit to be a parent or to get married? Why do we have to follow the guidelines of life? What if life was a simulation? What if the government is forcing religion on us for false hope? And what if life after death is nothing? Everything that has to do with life is suspect. And honestly, I'm sick of it all. Life will go the way I choose. There will be bumps and bruises but no matter what I will stand tall. I am a queen and the life I choose is my kingdom and I will honor that in the best way I can. From what I've experienced it has driven me to set myself apart from it. To move on and do what I want with my life, without the toxication, and without the hurt. I will be who I want to be. A Veteran Doctor, with the passion to help and care for people. An undeniable force of my soul to cure cancer or at least die trying. And to help children that have been through the same as me. I will. I will. I will....

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The Mother From Hell

Jan 13, 2020 4 years ago

It started the day my little sister was born, December 1st, 2008. I heard my mother in the other room screaming for my stepfather to race her to the hospital. I still don't remember all of the events that occurred that night. Until the next morning when I held that beautiful, tiny miracle in my arms. She shouldn't have survived. She was born two weeks early and only weighed three pounds. After we took her home, my mother had to stay at the hospital, the stress of labor outdid her. They diagnosed her with a disease called, Lupus. it was extremely painful and her doctor had to prescribe many types of medications just to keep the pain bearable. After a while my mother started to abuse her medications, she would take twice the amount she needed to, causing her to always be tired and angry. She would scream and yell at everything we would do. Eventually, she got my grandma hooked on them also. It was a hard period of time. Me being the older sister but not knowing a damn thing about life. I had to raise that little miracle and keep her from the experiences that completely changed me as a person. Because she was abusing her medications, my mother would have excruciating seizures. Leaving me to deal with outcomes. There was a time it was so bad I had to hold her tongue to keep her from choking. Two years later CPS came to the door to ask me some questions about my occurrences at home. I explained, being too young to understand what their intentions would be. I told them that my mother would show me how to crush pills and sniff them. I told them about her seizures and weird conversations I'd have with her while she was high. How she would leave her door locked and I'd only be able to come in if there was an emergency. How I at nine years old, was raising and feeding my baby sister who was two years old at this time. They wrote everything down on their computers and left to make some arrangments. To my surprise, they took me and my baby sister to my father and gave him temporary custody. Although it was better, I hated living with my dad. I was trapped. Not even able to walk outside unless I went to school. While I was with my dad, my grandma had passed away. Overdose. If she did it on purpose? I still don't know til' this day. But she will always be my best friend. Even though she was high most of the time too, she let me be around and talk to her about the problems happening at school. She let me cook with her, she braided my hair, and she let me cry on her shoulder as my mother should of. So losing her was losing myself. I didn't know who I was without her. I started acting out at school. Because my dad was an alcoholic at this time he was also always angry. He would take out his hard days at work on me, and when I was in trouble he'd called me horrible names. Bitch, Pussy, Mistake. It depended on the day. Even though it was better, I still missed my mom. No matter what she did I had always loved her and begged God to bring me back home. Finally, my mom was able to have visitations with us. I remember her long blonde hair and the intense smell of cigarettes and perfume. I hugged her with all my might. Hoping she'd feel my love since I couldn't express it into words. I didn't talk for years after my nana's death. After about a year of visits, my mother was able to see me outside of the building and I started being able to go back and forth between her and father on different days. But this is when the worst of the worst started. The beginning of my horror show of a childhood. We moved into a town-house with my little sister and my stepfather. This is around the time my mother started to use Heroin and Meth. I decided to ignore it and if anyone asked I had no idea what they were talking about. Those were the good years. That's when I started learning the basic feelings of life. Love, Hope, and Sadness. Until it got to be too much. My mother and stepfather started to fight every day. He began to hit her. I had watched my stepfather repeatedly sock my mother in the face. And it came to the day where I had to protect her or I would have lost her. She tried to jump out the window when I had seen the life leave from his eyes after I'd hit him in the head with an ashtray. She couldn't believe the fact I had taken her husband from her. She was going to end her life after I'd just saved it. I rushed to pull her from the ledge. Luckily I had saved her once again. After the death of my stepfather, there were a lot of questions and fear of having to go to prison for the majority of my life. But my mother finally wrapped her head around the situation and told them everything. From the drugs to the death of her spouse. And they let me continue my journey. Thank you for listening.

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