What happened? I just turned around and everything changed. Why did this happen? What did I do to receive this punishment? This never happened before then these chain of events kept on coming and it wouldn't stop. It haunted me like the plague. First mom died, then dad wouldn't stop drinking and whenever he would be drunk he would always hit and abused me more ways each painful than the last.

After that, I saw most of my friends would talk behind my back, now this I did not expect I always made sure not to tell anyone my secrets because I've learned never to trust anyone but I never thought that the one person I trusted with everything would be the one that would tell my secrets.

My best friend since 4th grade betrayed me in the end. The one person that I trusted with my life. He told my deepest secrets to everyone. I don't understand why he did it. Maybe because I was distancing myself from him. Well, I had to if not dad said he'd kill him. I did it for his protection and he just threw me away.

I wanted to tell him everything that happened because he is my everything. He WAS everything but right now it seems like he's just another stranger. A stranger I wish I never met. A random stranger that walked into my life and ruined everything.

After the day that he told everyone, I started cutting and that was my darkest secret. Yes, I cut. They think I do it because I like the pain, well that isn't true that was the lie he told them. The truth is I cut because I want to end it but I do it slowly. Why you may ask? Because I want a chance or a miracle that someone may find me, fix me, and actually love me.

I remember that mom would always tell me that self-harm was never the answer. That those people who do self-harm cut themselves out from the world they were meant to be in. I tried stopping but every time I think about an unsolved problem that I have. I think why? Why did it have to be me? Why me? What did I do? I tried my best and understand that everything happens for a reason but what is the reason for my suffering.

On the day of my birthday, I decided to run away from everything. From dad, from my former best-friend, from everyone. No one would really care if I'm gone, they don't even notice me anymore, and when they do its just to hurt me. So I decided to run, run where they couldn't find me, where they wouldn't even look. A place that kept me from everyone, where I could go and hide but when I got near my safe haven I saw that it was trashed. Everything was ruined. My pictures with mom were broken and were tore into bits and pieces like how my heart shattered the day mom died.

This place, my little heaven in the forest hidden from the outside world was gone, my only home left, the last comfort and familiarity my heart has was gone. I couldn't believe it.

They took everything. I fell on my knees. Tears started to fall down my cheeks then I heard a crack of a branch. Someone was coming and it seems like a hunter, I mean who else would go into the woods. If he shoots me now accident or not then I would die right here, right now and no one in the whole world would care. But I never heard a gunshot.

Then I saw a man in front of me. He looked to be my mom's age. His eyes were blue with curiosity and worry but why would a random stranger look at me like that. He asked me if I was alright. For some reason, I felt like I could trust this guy so I told him everything.

He brought me to his hotel, fed me, and took care of me. He told me he wanted to adopt me I nodded and then he took care of all my needs. We went back to his home town and that's where I met his wife. She loved me like a mother would always love a child. With purity and pride. I never knew what they found in me but I'm grateful they did. They treated me like I was their own child. Their other family members grew unto me and loved me as they did.

5 years passing I saw him again. I didn't know what to do but I knew that whatever he would do to me now, he wouldn't get away with it because I was always with my boyfriend. He didn't notice at first which I'm glad about but when he noticed me he looked at me with confusion and shock. He walked over to me and grabbed me thinking I wasn't real and when he knew I was real he kissed me. I mean what the hell was he thinking. My boyfriend came and punched him in the face. I held them off before they started a fight.

Then he started to tell me what had happened to my old home town. That everyone misses me and that dad had been depressed since I was gone. I couldn't believe it; I wouldn't believe it. After everything they've done to me, they want me back especially him and my dad. They were the root of my problems there. I pushed him off and told the guards to take him away since he was on school grounds. After that, I never saw him again but the memories still haunt me to no intent.

Years passed, and with the support of my adopted parents, I graduated from college with honors and conduct. I soon opened a well-known business. As of right now, I had lots of work. I'm a chef in my resto, the head CEO in my parents' architectural estate, and my favorite job traveling around the world during summertime and journaling the happenings whether good or bad.

You see before everything that's happened to me, I would always look up to the bright side. I was that goody-two-shoes kid that everyone loved. I focused hard and well in studying and never really looked out to see what was happening in the real world and that changed after mom died. When my new parents adopted me I was slowly coming out of my shell of depression and when they told me that I was going to Harvard I felt like I was on cloud 9.

In life, I loved challenges that's why in college I took 3 courses. The first is architectural and engineering, the 1st reason was that I was interested in the subjects, 2nd because I could help my parents in their business and lastly because it was fun.

My second course was nursing because you never know when and where danger can and will strike being prepared for the worst was better than not being prepared at all and in all if ever someone was having a problem I could always help them.

My last course was fine and culinary arts basically because I was a sucker for it and I loved it. Back when my real mom was still alive she would teach me everything she would know in cooking, drawing, photography, and journaling. My favorite part was the journaling we did because in it you could express your Ideas in writings and tell your opinions on the basic facts you learn about.

My boyfriend at the time was like no other. He was like one of those goofy troublemakers. He was the captain of the baseball team and I was the captain of the chess. Our paths were crossed when my parents and his were on a meeting together and they wanted us to tag along. I thought that he would just sit there not paying attention like I a normal jock would, stereotypical I know but don't get me wrong he never really paid attention to us, other kids. I was well stocked when his parents asked him to give the presentation and he did it with confidence like he actually knew what he was talking about and what he was even doing.

When he finished and the meeting was done our parents told us to stay outside. I went outside and started walking in the garden the restaurant had in the back. I was near the pond when I heard sobbing nearby. I peeked over and saw him crying his heart out. I walked over to him and started comforting him. He told me everything and we exchanged stories.

He wasn't always an only child. He had a little sister that he loved dearly and would do anything for her. When she was caught in a crossfire she died. Being her only brother he wanted to live out her dreams of being an interior designer. His sister was the kind of girl that would help you in times of need and when she did she wouldn't want anything in return that's why when he saw me he said I reminded him of her and in many ways, we were the same.

After that in school, he would always be near me and invite me to his friends. I liked that he was opening up and that he was nicer towards other kids always trying to help out those in need and helping the teachers in extra activities but what amazed me is that when our parents would make us do extra projects for the company and every time our parents would always say that it was amazing and perfect.

Soon I married my boyfriend in college and we had 3 kids that I loved with all my heart as my parents loved me. My eldest was a girl, she grew up with the same smarts that I had a bit of her dad's goofiness. The next were twins both boys, well the older one had my smarts and was basically the male version of me when I was younger, shy and was socially awkward but with the help of his twin brother and their older sister he came out of the shell and was always happy but he still had his shyness. His brother complete opposite he was like the crazy one, he would basically just take risks to pull pranks and was a carbon copy of his dad. I supported them in everything and always guide them in their works and studies.

Years later when my eldest was in college she met a guy that was different from others just like her father. He was indeed unique. He was kind and dashing. She said he was a Hufflepuff which just confused me. He treats her well and I was so happy that she didn't have to go through with what I went through.

The day came where I myself would be on my death bed and my parents were waiting for me with my loving husband by their side. Then I see my kids and grandkids by the side of my bed. In the last few days of my life, I would always think about what would have happened if those chains of bad events never happen. I would never have had the family that I love and the people that adore me.

I might have been in a rough position back then but I see now that destiny has its reason. They had to hurt me in order for me to stand up once more, on my own this time.