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What became of her?
Published on June 14, 2004 By Sally jacobs In Home & Family
There was once a girl full of hope. A girl that woke up every morning and looked forward to what the day was going to bring. This girl was full of potential. She was clever, funny and beautiful. She was exciting. She brought passion to everything she did. She enjoyed life. She realised you only had one chance and you had to enjoy it while you could. This girl was young, she could of done anything. She wasn't alone in the world, she had a family that loved her very much. Her Mum was her best friend, they were inseparable. So alike, both to look at and in manner, a mirror image of each other. Each image filled with love. This girl had younger sisters, they looked up to her, strived to be like her and in turn this girl looked after them as if they were her own. She wiped each tear, gave reassuring hugs, and advice filled with wisdom far beyond her years. This girl had friends, lots of friends, people were drawn to her charm and kindness. So what happened to this perfect girl?

As I mentioned before she was popular, everyone wanted to be around her. You'd meet her and be instantly won over by her easy going laid back ways. people built her up to be some great person, and she felt she had to live up to it. She wasn't allowed to be unhappy, to show frustration that the world wasn't so perfect. She had to stay strong, for everyone else. This girl was innocent. Blind to the fact not everyone was as good as she was. She took everyone at face value. Trusted them, befriended them. She was like any normal young girl, she wanted love, and love found her. Girl met boy. Girl fell in love with boy. It was a fairytale. This boy was almost as perfect as she was. and they fell in love, and became one. So what happened to this perfect girl, who found her perfect boy?

This girl loved people with no fear, she didn't hold back. She wasn't scared of being hurt. She was open, she trusted people. It must be wonderful to look at the world like that. Just open to what it could offer you. The world isn't honest, the world can and will take advantage of you. This girls love, who she adored more than anything. He found life tough. He realised way before her that the world was a tough place to live in. He realised all his dreams, his hopes, he would have to work damn hard to reach them. Nothing was going to hold him back. Disappoinment, after disappointment came his way. He still had his perfect girl, who loved him unconditionally. his friends saw him struggle, and they saw this couple hurt, be changed by the harsh realities of life. The girl still had hope, for her life was blessed. She still saw the beauty in the world, she still woke up each day looking forward to what life would bring her way. the boy was getting lost, he was losing hope. His friends saw this. They offered him an escape. Each drug he took, took him to another place. A place where everything was good. a place where he had hope, it was easy to get to, but more difficult to escape. So what happened to this perfect girl, who found her perfect boy, who found his perfect drug?

Times were hard. The boy changed. She loved him all the same, but his love for her was more dull. His emotions weren't real. He felt nothing. The drug was inside him. Taking him over. The girl was in pain. The world was slowly breaking her. The girl was loved though, she couldn't be broken, she was strong. She was perfect. Her love, her boy, she had to watch him hurt himself. Slowly she started to see the world through his eyes. She saw the pain, the torment, the hopelessness of it all. The boy loved her deeply, he wanted to make her better, and just as his caring friends had done for him, he offered her an escape, the hope, the feeling of goodness. So what happened to this perfect girl, who found her perfect boy, who found their perfect drug?

She changed. He changed. The world changed. Her life was no longer about living, it was about finding her next fix, it was about finding her escape, stopping the pain. Each day she woke up, and all she wanted to do was lay there, sleep the day away, crawl out, find her fix and return to her beloved, They hurt those that loved them. Who tried to reach out and pull them out of the depths of hell. They didn't want to be saved, they didn't want to be helped. This drug had a hold on them. It wasn't about to let go. They lost their friends, they lost their family, they lost everything. So what happened to this perfect girl, who found her perfect boy, who found their perfect drug?

She lost her life, he lost his love and his drug.

Comments
on Jun 14, 2004
Brilliant piece of writing Sally. I would be interested to know if this short story is based on something real you have seen/experienced if its not too personal a question.
on Jun 14, 2004
It's mostly based around the truth, from what I've seen and experienced, but it's a number of different people all in one, I'm glad you liked it, i didn't know how people would take it, I wanted to get my point across, but not in the usual dictator kind of way!
on Jun 14, 2004
Very moving and very well written....even though I had a sense of where it was going, I couldn't stop reading it. Riveting, and so sad!!
on Jun 14, 2004
It was wonderful. Like Poetmom said, I couldn't stop reading it either. Reminds me of the back cover of a book if it were a bit shorter... a book you'd want to start right away and not be able to put down. I like how you left some mystery to it. Almost like it's not complete, and yet it is, if that makes any sense.

~Sarah
on Jun 14, 2004
That was amazing!

Where do you get off saying you're not a good writer? That brought tears to my eyes. I'm going to keep on your case now!
on Jun 14, 2004
This was very touching Sally. As well as Poetmom and Bigdreamer I couldn't stop reading it. Ir reminds me of the world around us and what it's really like out there. *tear*

~carebear~
on Jun 14, 2004
What an entertaining story, good girl meets bad boy and they perish in an orgy of drug-fuelled havoc. I would like to see this on British cinema screens. Perhaps you would like to write a screenplay Sally and I could hand it to one of my producer friends?
on Jun 14, 2004
Feels like reading my life. scary scary. I havent done anything actually, thanks for your support. thank you thank you thank you. sometimes help is easier to accept from a stranger. i am still not happy but I'm going home as soon as I can so I will be.

Anyway, feel I've been so self obsessed I've neglected people I've come to think of as real good friends, whether I really know them or not. So tell me how've you been- spill!! I want all the gossip.

Catch up soon sweedie, love and thanks, Dyl xxx
on Jun 14, 2004
Its sad isn't it Sally...

some people are just placed under enormous pressure from life, and they have to resort to drugs... Its obviously a social problem, but whilst their are wise young lassies like you about, it gives me a little piece of mind that their is still hope out there...

well written and moving piece...

BAM!!!
on Jun 14, 2004
Wow, so many kind words, thankyou all!

Poetmom, I'm so pleased you liked it, I thought it was kind of obvius, but I tried to put a twist on it!

I like how you left some mystery to it. Almost like it's not complete, and yet it is, if that makes any sense.


I know exactly what you mean, when I write something, I like to make people think, so it's not clearcut for them, but that's just me, difficult!

Where do you get off saying you're not a good writer?


hehe, you're to kind sweetie, I'm an average writer at best, but I can live with that!

As well as Poetmom and Bigdreamer I couldn't stop reading it.


I'm actually getting embarrassed, thank you so much for the kind words, I'm just glad people appreciated it!

Perhaps you would like to write a screenplay Sally and I could hand it to one of my producer friends?


Definatly Petey, you think you can get me a good deal?


Feels like reading my life. scary scary.


I'm not going to lie, I had you in mind when writing this, I'm just gald you're ok, you made me worry about you! Things will get better, you know this!



but whilst their are wise young lassies like you about, it gives me a little piece of mind that their is still hope out there...


Awwwww, a wise young lass, I've never being called that before, thank you Mr Bam!
on Jun 15, 2004
I think that this story has at its heart the fall and original sin. Its writer and the story itself is more insightful than either of them know.

Humans could not, should not, start from a state of perfection. When you're standing on the summit of a mountain and you have no wings, which way do you go?

Sally,

So what happened to this perfect girl, who found her perfect boy, who found their perfect drug?


This leitmotif and its reiterations and its slight mutations was a stroke of genius.

Marco XX
on Jun 15, 2004
Marco you are far to kind, you've made me slightly embarrassed! Don't ask me where this came from, I just started writing and it flowed, even the reiterations were by chance, they just seemed to fit in, and give it a poetic element, thank you so much for the kind words!
on Jun 16, 2004
sally, i'm with marco, that was just so moving. i got lost in it, you really transported me. what a beautiful piece of work. thanks so much for sharing it, i identified very closely. so bleak, but so alive. just stunning.

mig XX

ps: you're on the TOP TEN LIST !!!! hooray for you, sally, well done and well deserved
on Jun 17, 2004
Mig, thank you so much for your kind words! I really appreciated them, I was nervous about making this post wondering if people would get it, I should have more faith in my fellow bloggers! Hehe, top ten, we'll see how long that will last, the best thing about that is, I'm just behind you, and that is an honour in deed!