Even Angels Fall

You know the Angels?

The kind that Heaven sends?

Those ones.

Did you know that even Angels fall?

 

Alot of my family used to refer to me as an "angel."

The little girl who seemed to live without a care. Who used to stick her tounge out at people, or just seemed to be weightless.

 

All that changed.

 

This year I lied to many people.

They asked me how I got the cuts on my arms.

I told them that I got them from getting a ball out a thorn bush. It only took one person to change me.

Getting made fun of for doing the sport I loved ruined me, not having our stunt hit and blaming it on me ruined myself. Using pain as a way to make everything better didn't help.

 

On October 21 I was called down to the Guidance Office. I told the lady the same story that I told everyone else. She didn't believe me. Not like everyone else. That day I shed alot of tears. I missed three periods because I had to sit in her office and then I had to sit in the nurses office. You know what made me cry the most? Watching my mom walk into the office. I broke down crying. I couldn't face her. I couldn't face anyone. I lied to alot of people, but I just couldn't lie to her.

 

You may not understand what point I'm trying to make, and that's okay because I don't know what point I'm trying to make. I guess what I'm trying to say is that if people in my family think of me as an angel, I have fallen. I have not died. I have just simply fallen and scraped my knees. I'm waiting for the day where someone will tell me it's okay and I'll get back up again. For right now all I know is that sometimes,

 

Even Angels Fall<3