||My life? Pfft, you could say that it was this big fairy tale that never seemed to end but then that would be a lie that I know I wouldn't want to tell||
I am Roxanne "Roxy" Marie Hunt
Looking at me there is nothing special That would particularly catch your eye, you may not like me or the way I look but I couldnt really care as to what you think of me, because to tell you the truth I am just well me and nothing is going to change that. People seem to judge me just by that first glance the glance that tells a person who I really am. Me I am Roxanne Hunt and I am a person. A person that has views and a person that will stick up for what she believes in.
It's been a while since, I have actually talked about my life and told people who I was, I guess I was afraid that they would look at me when they found out that I Have been completely independent since about the age of 9, when my parents where killed under very suspicious circumstances.
One day my parents dropped my off to stay at my aunts house for the day they said that something had come up and they where going to be busy so it was for the best I stay with her. Later that night I got a phone call saying my house was on fire and both my parents had been inside and died.
At first is was decided I would go and live with my aunt, but that didnt last very long. Her and my mother, her sister, had been very close and the only way she felt she could handle her death was by drinking vodka. After just a week she had already passed out more times then I could count. Eventually child services took me away and placed me in care.
Lies, secrets, life? What do those things have in common with my life well they have many things to do with my life? But when you look at me could you tell that I was hiding anything on the inside of my soul. I wanted to live my life the way that I wanted. Am I Shattered, am I torn into pieces...Is my heartbroken. Which one do you think that I am? I bet you wouldn't even be able to guess. Which one of those words I am. Am I shattered on the inside, Am I torn apart on the outside, Am I heartbroken from the way that he left me. Am I hurt? Or Am I something more than a mans desires to be something that they have always wanted. Well I can tell you that I know that I am something way more than what other people see me as.
More to come
