More to Someone

I remember when I thought I had it all. The perfect family, everything I wanted and even a good relationship with my siblings and step-siblings. But, everything wasn't what I thought it was. At school, people thought of me to be a really nice girl. A girl who had an amazing family. A girl who had everything. A girl who was always happy with everything. Nothing couldn't make her sad. But even at such a young age, I was hiding so much feeling. So much pain that I could never share. My father was a drunk. Him and my stepmother would always fight, causing me to stay up late at night in terror. Even my younger sister, who I thought was annoying as an older sister, was scared. Her and I ended up sharing a bed every night as we were scared of what was to happen. I remember this specific time I had gone downstairs, where their room was, to ask them to quiet down as I had enough of the fights, the yelling and screaming. Only to see my father bloody. He yelled at me to go back upstairs to call the cops, but I never did. You might think it's stupid that I didn't but there was no real injury that had happen to either of them, and I was also scared of the cops because of past event before this time. My father came up stairs to see if we were alright, I was bawling and my younger sister finally got sleep. After he went back downstairs, the fighting started up again.

The next day after this event, I went back to school the same way I always did. Happy without the actual emotion.

My point of this story is...

There is so much more to people than just what you see. There is so much that they go through that you would never know. We bully and judge people by how they look. We hurt others because they have a disability. And I'm going to be honest, I was even mean to people like that. But I noticed my wrong doings, and I hope you do too.