“If you feel you are in a black hole, don’t give up. There’s a way out,” Stephen Hawking. I was so young and so innocent, until that innocence was tarnished by a problem I did not cause, I felt shameful because I never defended myself while it all happened.
It was a beautiful day after school yet so hot that it would make the devil himself sweat. My stepmother was waiting for me by the door with the look of frustration, as I got in the house the smell of a problem out of thin air gave me chills in my stomach and she looked at me and notified me that a twenty dollar bill was missing, somebody had stolen it and she thought it was me who did it without any interrogation, told me to wait for my father who was to punish me for this so called theft that was never committed by my hand. I was in denial haunted by questions like how would I steal that money? My grandmother never raised me like this, I never steal from someone, but however someone who had lived for a year with me saw a thief beyond my good persona, my pride was injured.
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I was in dilemma wishing I never walked the face of the earth and I thought I would be doing everyone a favor just by taking my own life. I was going through a rough patch, every mistake and wrong thing that I had done in the past rose back to life; eating whatever shred of self worth that had left. I started performing badly at school, my two-year long sweet relationship with my girlfriend was brought to an end, I felt as if God had turned his back on me I could not handle the pain, my life was now a complete failure, it was a huge scar that I had to bear for