Post by peyton keira anderson on Nov 10, 2010 8:38:40 GMT -5
peyton keira anderson.
21. freshman. waitress. nina dobrev.[/font][/i]
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some say that it's the bad things in life that make us stronger. the heartbreak and tragedy that builds us and picks us back up. five years ago today i lost my sister and niece. they were murdered in their own home by the man who was meant to love and protect them. i was only sixteen at the time and nothing in my life seemed to matter but boys and cheer rallys'. i was your typical high school teenager with the world ahead of me and nothing in my path. my sister erin was the only person that i looked up to, the one person whom i admired and wanted to be like. the day she had josephine, my niece, had been one of the best days of my life - it was like getting the little sister that i never had. i remember my mom complaining that i never spent any time at home, instead, i'd always be at the ambrose household with my sister and brother-in-law. they were the best days of my life, it was like being in a real family. they had everything, well everything i wanted, the big tv, white fence and perfect neighbours.
i guess i'll never understand why logan did what he did and i'll never give up wondering until i know the truth. he loved her more than is humanly possible to love someone, he'd do anything for her and it made my parents so happy to know that erin would be looked after. i still remember holding my niece's tiny, cold body in my arms, never wanting to let her go. having to identify my sister and niece is something that will haunt me forever and i have logan ambrose to thank for that. as a family we'd never had much money but when erin died everything seemed to fall apart. dad drunk his days away and mom retreated into a shell of her former self. a year later she overdosed on painkillers... i hope they took the pain away because she was suffering. i knew then that i had to change otherwise we wouldn't make it. dad hardly moved from his chair and our house now looked like trailer trash, so i got job after job to try and pay for things. luckily for me i'm a pretty smart cookie and i managed to pass my senior year and get a scholorship into college one year later.
things only got harder, i moved out and got an apartment in a shabby part of town. trying to balance classes and two jobs was pretty tough but that's life right. as if life couldn't be any more cruel, i found out through the news that ambrose had escaped. the tears that stained my cheeks that night never really went away, how could they let someone like that escape. now i have to live knowing that justice will never be served and he's got off lightly. he gets to live and my sister, niece and mom are now up there in heaven waiting for redemption. my entire life fell apart and the worst part is... i don't know why. what could drive a man to do that... all i know is that one day justice will be served and maybe then i can begin to live again. i've lost that bright and bubbly spark. i'm now tired and just trying to make it through each day. i don't trust anyone around me and instead of making friends i tend to avoid people and keep my head down.
i know that erin would want me to pick myself back up, but i feel too deflated. i can't walk the streets without jumping at every movement, thinking that he's just around the next corner. one day i'll make something of myself, i'm a fighter - i'm just not sure when that day is yet.
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