Confessions of a Broken Girl

Confessions of a Broken Girl
by Kat Sanchez






Prologue





 There are thousands and thousands of broken girls out there. This story is just as much about them as it is about me. We all feel the same emptiness. The same overwhelming sense of responsibility for everything that goes wrong. And we also know... that that's not right. We're not normal. We may look some what similar to the real girls. We maybe even as pretty (not always) as they are. But, even the guys around us can tell that we're different. That's why they either take advantage of us, and damage us further, or they'll stay away entirely.

But, this particular story is about me. And my life as a broken girl. I don't really know what broke me, to be perfectly honest. One doctor had told my parents that I was born that way (a chemical imbalance). Another had said it was because my father was away on business a lot. And even another had tried to blame the media's influence... I don't know... something about Bay-watch. I sometimes wonder about it. What broke me when I was younger? And what broke me further when I became an adult. Maybe in writing this I can remember. Maybe in writing this I can put it behind me. Hell, where do I even begin?


Chapter One


I suppose I should start by telling you who the hell I am. My name is Delilah. Okay, that's not true. But, I much prefer it to my own name. So, henceforth, within these pages I am called Delilah. I've decided to rename everyone within these pages. I'm also going to make people up. Why? Because I can. This is my story after all. You're not telling it. Besides the people who are accurately depicted will come across as fictional and I don't know that I want everyone to know the difference.

I am the oldest of 4 children. We moved around a lot (about every 4 years or so). Since my dad was out to sea a lot(obviously he was in the Navy), my mom had to shoulder most of the responsibility of raising us. About every four years or so, we'd move from one crappy Military base to another. A different state, different climate... same crappy bases. All with one movie theater (that played only one outdated movie at a time), a commissary, an Exchange, a bowling alley and really not much else. Military kids tend to get into trouble and build a reputation for being "brats", out of simple boredom. I suppose I'll elaborate on that more later.

When I was ten we were living in Illinois (the worst of all the places we lived if you ask me). Wait... I'm a horrible narrator. I suppose I should have gone into the family dynamic a bit. In order for this chapter (or any of the preceding chapters) to make any sense. So, my dad Mark as I previously mentioned was in the Navy. He favored my middle sister, Stacey. My dad has always been larger than life to me. Growing up I wanted to be closer to my dad. I didn't understand why he always sided with Stacey. I thought that there must have been something wrong with me. Again, I'll elaborate later. Then there's my mom Allison (you can call here Ally). She's one of those people that are hard to describe.