It's a story about a boy, who uncovers the truth about his Mother's only love, when she dissapears one day...leaving a box behind. Disclaimer: all the character names, plots and senarios used in the story are mine, in case songs or phrases from other sources are used, the orignal creator would be mentioned.
There was a knock at the bathroom door, making me jump and clutch the shower curtain against my chest. I peek around the corner of it and call out a tired "yeah?". "Can I come in? I just need to get something quick before I run to the store." Mom calls from the cracked open bathroom door. "Go ahead, and if you're going can you please grab some better body wash?" I stare at the crusty green bar of soap in my hand and listen to her shuffle in. She mumbles a quick agreement and continues to go about her search. I wonder what she's looking for, I can hear her scrambling through the totes underneath the sink and I push the curtain to the side just enough to peer out of it. The tiny woman is sitting on her knees, digging for something. She really is small, I swear she looks like a child, if only she were that innocent. With that thought, there was a pause, and she takes a sigh of relief. She found whatever it was she was looking for and starts to stand. I shrink further back so she won't catch a glimpse of my peeking eyes. I watch and she shoves a little baggy of something into her pocket. I don't have to look any closer to guess what it is. She walks out, happy as can be. I stare at the door, feeling my heart drop.
Love was a hard thing. It was beautiful but it was difficult. To find someone who loved you, who would offer their all to you, who would risk everything for you — that was the hardest part. With low self-esteem and a lot of self-hate, that seems to even be impossible. Soulmates, a beautiful creation. A striking discovery. How wonderful it is to know that somewhere out there, there will be someone who's bound to you. Find it or let it come to you.
Emmy Holland was completely average, even above for the first 13 years of her life. Until, changes started manifesting in her personality, actions, and mood. In this, we follow the story of a young girl as she grows and becomes a different person going through the mental hospital and rehab system. No sugar-coating, no pretending, and no small lies to make story telling easier, such as small details like having shoes. No unreal jokes and no cheesy romance that would never be allowed. Just the real story. Every single detail willingly given from true stories of psychiatric patients will describe to you the real and painful truth of mental illness and what it entails.