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My Rejected Heart
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My Rejected Heart |
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This is part of the introduction to the book
Chapter 1
Depression
It’s a conflicting emotion. It sends even the most happy-go-lucky
person into its deep pits of hell. Nobody ever seems to come out from
its never ending hole. Only the lucky ones ever do. I guess I’m just
one of those unlucky ones. Depression seemed to have its large
muscular arm trapped around me, and it didn’t seem like it was letting
go anytime soon.
“Ari, it’s time to go,” a soft voice spoke. Turning around, I spotted my
older brother, hands in his pockets, looking at me. Ethan, my older
brother, the one I loved so much before, the one I always pulled
pranks on, was now just a name in my life, with a body to match. I felt
bad for barely speaking to him. After all, he did help me whenever I
was beaten senseless by my father. I guess you could say I’ve had a
rough life. Who could blame you? Everyone noticed my depression,
but none of them cared. I felt utterly and completely alone. Nobody
knew the empty feeling inside of me that grew into a permanent scar
nestled into my soul.
Ethan was holding my little brother, Sam’s, hand in his. I used to love
them both so much. Don’t get me wrong, I still do. But with the death
of my mother, my life has never felt so cold and emotionless.
Happiness isn’t a feeling in my life anymore, much less love. I guess
the same applies for my father. He lost his mate, his one true love.
Losing his love for his wife meant losing his love for his children. Poor
Sam doesn’t get a chance to see his mom and dad happy together.
Unlike Ethan and me, Sam is only 6 years old. Ethan was a
sophomore in college, and I, a senior in high school. We could handle
growing up without parents, but Sam was still a child. I feared for his
future constantly, hoping with mine and Ethan's love, he would grow
up to be a bright man.
“Okay,” I mumbled, getting up off the grass in front of my mother’s
grave. I looked back one last time before following my brothers.
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