My Divided Hell: A Short Story

It was a magnificent occasion that I will remember for decades. This was the first hike of the summer and likely the most pleasurable. The burning desire to visit the Black Hills was now being satisfied. Immediately after I reached the top of the hill I sat down to give my exhausted lungs some fresh air. As I sat there completely alone, so deeply secluded in the wilderness I felt as if I achieved some sense of peace as if I was now oblivious to the problems awaiting for me at home. For most of my High school experience I've been okay with achieving only mediocrity. Poor grades, low paychecks, and an inactive social life was the essence of my existence, and I was absolutely fine with this. Only until major problems started occurring did I decided I must reinvent myself if I ever want to achieve any type of success. Quite often does life randomly get difficult, and as hardship and change is inevitable it will occur many times throughout a person's life. The beauty of this is that people tend to mature, and even grow as a person. Because of my hardship I have actually changed into a different person, and now have entered a new chapter in this mysterious journey of life.

By this time my Mother announced that she would be moving back with her Sister. My Mother and I had been fighting for a long time and one day she decided she just had enough. We mainly fought over my undesirable lifestyle, but we both knew that if I continued this would eventually be my downfall. With her departure meant we had to move to a new and less luxurious house. I now had the problem of fixing my relationship with my mother which would be undoubtedly difficult. This although was only just the beginning of my self destructive