Wrecked Souls
". . . Sometimes, the Person You're Willing to Take a Bullet for Might Be the One Behind the Trigger."
Nonfiction, Family & Relationships, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | Nikita Achanta | ISBN: | 9781482848496 |
| Publisher: | Partridge Publishing India | Publication: | April 28, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Partridge Publishing India | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nikita Achanta |
| ISBN: | 9781482848496 |
| Publisher: | Partridge Publishing India |
| Publication: | April 28, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Partridge Publishing India |
| Language: | English |
Asocial. Introvert. Cold. Indifferent. One could have easily used these four words to describe me before I went to boarding school. And boom. Something changed. I never had true friends or someone I could sit and spend quality time with, but then I found someone who had a sullen madness in her eyes one could not teach. She changed the person I was. She pulled me up when I was at my worst and crying for help. People could not stand the real side of me, so I built myself a maska mask to hide all that I really was. No one, truthfully, can stand a chaotic mind. No one can handle a catastrophe, but you eventually find someone who can. I did. Catastrophe finally met disaster, and for the better or for the worse, this disaster was a part of my life. She made me fall in love with myself all over again, for I thought I was a true goner when I joined boarding after twelve years of day school. Lost and insecure, she found me. This is not a tale of innocence lost but power gained. My name is Nikita Achanta, and this is my story.
Asocial. Introvert. Cold. Indifferent. One could have easily used these four words to describe me before I went to boarding school. And boom. Something changed. I never had true friends or someone I could sit and spend quality time with, but then I found someone who had a sullen madness in her eyes one could not teach. She changed the person I was. She pulled me up when I was at my worst and crying for help. People could not stand the real side of me, so I built myself a maska mask to hide all that I really was. No one, truthfully, can stand a chaotic mind. No one can handle a catastrophe, but you eventually find someone who can. I did. Catastrophe finally met disaster, and for the better or for the worse, this disaster was a part of my life. She made me fall in love with myself all over again, for I thought I was a true goner when I joined boarding after twelve years of day school. Lost and insecure, she found me. This is not a tale of innocence lost but power gained. My name is Nikita Achanta, and this is my story.
