Melissa hid her face from the world, consumed with her emotions feeling that no
one or anything understood her. Her parents taught her of a world in which
friendships lasted forever, love was always present and hurt was nonexistent.
Growing up as a child she accepted that this was how life was, no killing or hurt
just happiness and contentment.
She however opened up her eyes and the scales of happiness, joy and the
fairytale life that she presumed to be what each and everyone experienced left her
eyes. She had flashbacks of standing over her best friend’s body after watching her
being shot in the head by a policeman. Memories that stalk her mind day and night
as to how within one second her friend could lose her life. She came to know
failure and rejection other aspects that she wasn’t taught had existed.
The innocence of her childhood, the life that she knew, which was as tranquil
as the sea often was bow billowed and roared as the storms of life approached the
clouds of reality took center stage and the fairytale life of her childhood of just
love and a peaceful environment rolled away. The soothing sounds of the hymns of
the birds were now replaced by the sounds of cries and gunshots and police sirens.
Love, unity, happiness, joy and peace were all ingredients of the life that once was
the life of her child hood. Broken friendships, disappointments, war, disunity and
sadness now represented the life she now had to know.
