My Story - Alexandria Smith

A Story by Harmonee-Rose

Prologue

How do you know when you have fulfilled your life’s purpose? Does it flash right in front of your eyes like your life does, when you step off that stool with a noose around your neck? No it doesn’t. Your life and its purpose don’t flash before your eyes like in movies. How do I know this? I know this because right before I “died” my life didn’t flash before my eyes, and neither did its purpose. Now I’m stuck in limbo and I can’t find my way back until i find out what my life’s purpose is and realise my mistakes. I always thought that in my life I would do something amazing that people would remember me for, now the only thing that anyone would remember me by now was my attempted suicide which has landed my body in a coma and my spirit in limbo trying to find its way back. My name is Alexandria Smith and this is my story.

Chapter 1

My life could not have gotten any more perfect, I had the perfect job, the perfect cheerleading position and the perfect boyfriend oh and I’m incredibly wealthy , what more could a girl like me want? Ok maybe I should stop right here and tell you that all of the information above is a lie, well except the perfect boyfriend part, or so I thought.

1 week prior to the “Accident”

I woke to the sound of the step monsters shrill tone, warning me to get up or be left behind, like she did every single morning “Alexandria get your lazy a*s up for school or you’ll be late, I won’t be dropping you off if miss the bus, you’ll have to walk you understand me “I got up straight away as I really didn’t feel like walking seeming as the school is 5 kilometres away and it’s raining. “Yer I’m up now, seeming as I don’t want to walk 5 km’s in the rain to school because your too selfish to drive me you old hag” I quietly whispered to myself. Apparently I wasn’t quite enough because she heard me “DON’T SASS ME YOU LITTLE B***H” and with that she slapped me on the face and walked out of my room. If only Dad knew, if only.

My dad travels a lot for his work and my mother died when I was born, so it’s normally just me and the step monster at home alone. He doesn’t know that his horrid wife abuses me every day, and even sometimes t the point where I have bruises and need to make up excuses as to why I have them. I think some people are starting to get suspicious though.