Tell A Tale in 500 Words

You've made it, kid. By Carmen Barrett

Making Change Happen



I am eighteen years, eight months and twenty days old. I attempt to imagine my once upon a time, however there is too much blood in my alcohol system. My automatic thought waking up. My imagination will no longer work. Everything hurts, my vision is blurry. What happened last night? Why are my knees black and blue? My makeup running and my stomach confused. Is this my bed?

University was not supposed to be like this.



I am twenty three years, eight months and twenty days old and my life is over. It is over. My life. Two tiny lines dictate it. Glasgow, I love you but you have destroyed me. You have gripped a once intelligent young woman and threw her into a pit of wine, cigarettes and reckless relations.



A small town in Scotland, Glasgow University was the end game. If you were accepted you may as well be a God. A saint in my town. Welcome, to the hall of fame. They may as well erect a statue in your form because you have made it, kid.



I am twenty eight years, eight months and twenty days old. Benjamin is asleep. Joey is awake. I have no degree. I have no job. I am not allowed to work. I swear it is okay as Joey leans restlessly upon my arm and reminds me everything is worth it. Lewis is nowhere to be found. I met Lewis when I was twenty three years, eight months and nineteen days old. Before Lewis I thought my life was over, controlled by partying; it is okay, because now my life is simply controlled by Lewis.



Lewis loves his children. Lewis loves me. Lewis might act up occasionally, but it is merely because he loves us and we need to learn how to behave properly.



I am thirty three years, eight months and twenty days old. I do miss my parents. Lewis says they are a bad influence on our children, on me. Benjamin is ten. I wonder if he remembers his Gran, his Papa…I wonder if I remember them anymore.

I do not think Lewis really loves us.



I am thirty eight years, eight months and twenty days old. My life is not perfect. My life is not a beautiful fairytale and I guess I knew it never will be. However now my life is a beautiful tragedy, and my life is controlled by no-one but me.


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