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I didn't know it at the time, but I guess my username was sort of a foreshadowing to what my life would soon be.
Miss Missunderstood- that's who I am. The missunderstood teenager.
I've tried multiple times to explain my problems. Nobody understands. I'm drowning here.
My life was nearly perfect. Me and mom, living alone together. She was the light in my life. All I had was her, and it was perfect.
She married my stepdad- the light got stronger, his light added to hers. The beams were almost blinding. I loved it.
Then my little sister was born. For a little while, she was more light- then slowly, like a plague, a disease, her light turned to dark. My stepfather's light faded. Not long after, my mother's light faded as well, all attention turned away from me.
I lived like that for about three and half years- drowning in the darkness, seeing nothing, feeling nothing, often wondering at the point of life.
Out of nowhere, a blinding light- stronger than all three of my family's lights combined. This light was miraculous. Bright, strong, pulsing, as if it were alive.
Love.
The light grew stronger as we grew closer. Me and him, we were so happy. It just kept getting better. New things, new things, weekly, daily, ever changing, ever better. My life finally had meaning again.
My family's darkness began to corrode his light. He tries so hard. The light is stronger than ever, but it is more constricted than ever. I'm almost drowning again, and he is the only thing that's keeping me alive.
The darkness is constricting the light, more and more each day, and every night I have nightmares about the darkness consuming me again. It scares me, and before my eyes, it's happening.
We hold onto that light for all we're worth. It's the only thing that is real, and solid, and worth anything in our lives. It's the only thing that we have. It's what keeps us alive. Us outsiders, us loners.
Us Missunderstood.

Miss