Confession Of A Agliophobic

Onthatile Respect two 12 February 2008 Draft Two

SHE HURT ME REALLY BADLY. As I recalled the incident in my head my happiness started to seep away, and tears streaked down my cheeks. I found it hard to breathe. I felt deeply bitter on the inside. I closed my eyes and rested my head. I thought I was in the middle of a bad dream that I would soon wake out of but I knew that I was not fooling anyone. I was in denial and I realised that I had to come to terms with what had happened, I could not reverse it. Hate pierced through my heart and revenge was the only word that my brain was processing. Oh, how i longed for the day to come!

My friend, Natasha, and I were wild and outgoing! We did everything together from school work to house chores. whenever I was seething with anger, she knew how to calm me down. Whenever she heard me utter sounds of grief she would console me and assure me that everything was going to be alright. My family members did not like her. They accused her of being a bad influence on me.

"She’s going to hurt you really badly," my mum always said. "Whatever you sow you will reap," cried my grandfather. I always turned a blind eye to what they said, I did not care. Once me and Natasha were out going to get a drink when her father came to the shop to look for her. As he approached us I began trembling with terror. He began scolding Natasha in front of all the people in the shop. He accused Natasha of stealing his money. I felt panic-stricken as all this action was happening in front of me.

Dad please don't hit me," Natasha cried out, " It was not me who took it, Thati forced me to do it?" As I heard her utter those words, my mind went blank. I bit my lower lip as I was quaking with terror, hoping against hope that her father wouldn’t harm me. Immediately after her father heard that he turned towards me and slapped me. I fell flat on the ground.

As I got up from the ground, i realised that I was bleeding in my nose. The blood streaked down my mouth, I could taste it together with a mixture of mucus and tears. I ran home as fast as I could and when I got there I found my dad waiting for me with a belt in his hands. I approached him gingerly. As I was about to say something he pulled me towards him and he gave me a big hiding. "Go to your room and think of what you have done wrong, and come down when you are ready to apologise," he scolded. I walked toward my room with hate and anger written all over my face. I had opened my heart willingly and openly to Natasha and all she did was betray me.

The pain that she had caused me was unbearable. From that day on I had learned never to open up my heart to anyone, not even my parents. I told myself that if I don't let anyone in no one would be able to hurt me or cause me pain the same way Natasha did. I had learned to be self-centered.