Jessie
Jessie was born into what most people would percieve as a normal life. On the surface she smiled, her family life seemed pretty picture perfect and she never went a day hungry or in dirty clothes. Many people seemed to know of her but she was quite and kept to herself.
Jessie was an almost straight A student but she really hated homework. She seemed to always find some reason to laugh but it wasn’t always at the most appropriate times. Jessie had a mother and father that had been together all her life and she talked about her dad alot, sometimes people thought maybe they were divorced but she assured them they loved eachother very much and lived in the same house. She always seemed to have friends because there were always people around her.
She use to be quite the troublemaker however. She fought over little things and was quite a violent kid. Nobody ever saw her cry, and thought for sure she must be a robot.
When she became a teen she tried to fit in and became a pasafist. She wore long sleeve shirts and hid her body. Jessie was seen less and less, buring herself in library books. People still seemed to find her but still she stayed quiet.
Jessie always seemed to be in the nurses office or in the counselors. She still never spoke beyond the songs she wrote. She seemed to box herself in even to her closest of friends.
She grew into a hard working successful woman but couldn’t seem to be open to anyone. Though something about a farmiliar set of scars on someone’s arms wouldn’t allow the mask to stay on any longer.
She began to tell the tale of her childhood, a child of adoption. The abuse she went through and how she wasn’t sure how to reach out. She told of people who left her in the dark searching for a hand to hold. Jessie exposed the parts of herself nobody ever had known.
Jessie LOVED school and learning but went home to be told her best was never good enough because she had to be perfect. Jessie never felt like anything she did was good enough but she still wanted to find light to life. She was taught somewhere out there God was watching over her, her parents taking her to church every Sunday. Jessie had a good heart so many people liked to be around her.
But good hearts smash just as easily as they can be repaired. She had alot of issues from the abuse she went through and often took it out in bad ways. She fought like a boy as those were her main friends, caused trouble to get out of class because kids teased her, and knew all the principal’s names.Though when she was sad and needed to be hugged she was scolded for crying.
Jessie was taugh her body was to be looked at and not heard. Suddenly church felt like a forced effort and she let her grades slip and the schools took notice of the cuts on her arms. Jessie just wanted to escape feelings and found comfort in the worlds of books- outside of them feeling entirely alone.
She cried openly as she spoke her tale and a heaviness fell from her heart like it had encrusted it so badly her heart wasn’t beating properly. Jessie never wanted to let herself fall apart and kept it to herself but in this moment realized the burden she’d carried silently for so long. Her scars a constant reminder of the battle won.
Label : Inflame Story
Writer : Aspen Knudsen, Idaho (United States)
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