Prologue
I want to tell you about why my life is so…confusing……
When I turned 14,
my parents built me a treehouse.
Of course at first I didn't go for it, I mean
at 14 the last thing you ever
expected to get was a treehouse. But, my sweet
and love of my life boyfriend
Alex and my best friend Thomas convinced me that
it was cool. So…we
spent all summer in it. Thomas and I spent more time together
than Alex and
I did…Thomas was truly the greatest guy I ever knew. He and Alex
were
greater friends than Thomas and I; Alex never talked to anyone but him.
One
day when we were in the house…Thomas confessed he loved
me. I mean LOVED me,
and as he said those three words Alex was
coming inside. They started arguing
and Alex and Thomas started hitting
each other as I cried in sadness. My best
friend loved me and my
boyfriend was beating him? I had to do something.
So
as they fought, I tried breaking them up when Thomas hit me
straight in the eye.
I winced and held my eye in pain as he begged
for forgiveness. I screamed at
him and started pushing him…when he fell.
He hit headfirst off the treehouse
as Alex and I looked from above
and screamed in terror. Alex hated me and never
talked to me
after that…my best friend had died and my love hated me…
So
my parents sent me to live with my grandparents in Boston, knowing
no one would
torment me about what happened and I would have to live next to the treehouse.
I'm
grown up now…I'm 21 years old and I'm finally going home
to see my family. I
am going to visit and maybe find a job, maybe
even stay for a while…who knows
what coming home
might bring…hopefully not anymore pain.
