Narrative: Final Paper

Walking into program I honestly thought I was in a crazy home. There were two girls in the living room, one was sitting on the floor with messy hair that looked like it hadn’t been brushed in weeks, and her name was Miranda. The other was lay on the couch with some book in her hand, she just looked at me like she wanted to stab me, and her name was Tessa. As I walked into the house a little bit more the rest of the five girls were sitting at the kitchen table. None of them said hi, all I seen were death glares. At that moment I knew I was going to be living in hell. I defiantly didn’t think I could make it through this one.

As time went on I still had my doubts. Not only did everyone there hate me, they also took my big heart to their advantage. Everyday I would be alone, not talking to anyone unless I really had too. I was depressed and I had no one. On phone call day I called my mom. I knew I shouldn’t of but I did. She told me she was dating one of her ex-boyfriends. I knew that wasn’t good so I asked whom. I could not believe what I was hearing Matt. Out of all of them it had to be the one that raped me and beat my family more than once. So I freaked out, I didn’t know what I was saying everything just came out. So she disowned me, she chose that guy over her own child.

I was in a lot of hurt and disappointment. So I allowed one of the staff into my life to try and help me. Her name was Rachel. She and I had gone through a lot of the same things in our life so I had allowed myself to get close to her and I started trusting her. One day she handed me a note. As I read I could not believe what I was reading. A love note, to me, from her. I was confused I knew it was not right but I did not want to lose that kind of relationship. So I went to the only other person that I trusted at that time. She was Chelsea the program director, the only other person who knew what I had gone through in my past. She read the letter and also could not believe what she was reading. So Rachel got fired, but she did not stop there. She had started stalking me, everywhere I went she was there, she tried to talk to staff and girls to tell me things. She would not leave me alone and I could not do anything about it.

Finally September 17 the last day of the program, I was graduating. I did it I could not believe it. After everything that I went through there I did it. After all the fights and ups and downs it was all done. I changed my life and myself completely. All the things I had gone through only made my stronger than any other girl in that program. I finally knew what I wanted to do with my life. I knew whom I was and what I wanted to do for my future and how to do it. I was different person than the 98-pound cocaine addict that walked through the door seven months earlier.

Through the program I learned so many life lessons. Using drugs was not going to get me anywhere but dead on the streets. I was so close to being there it is scary to think about now. I know the beauty in life although sometimes it still is very fussy to me. I love myself, and the things around me. I know who loves me and even if it is not the people that I would give up everything to have love me, those few people that do mean the world to me, and I would not trade them for anything or any one. Now I am trying to change my life and show not only other people but also myself that I can do this. I can get through the rough and good times that life throws at me.

Brandi