so easy

there is a book in my head that would be so easy to write, but that isn't the story i was meant to create. not now. i don't know why i'm so afraid to get this thing down on paper. there is one sentence in a word document on my desktop. and paragraphs upon paragraphs in my mind. plot lines that consume my thoughts: a scared sixteen-year-old girl on an airplane whose mother is now too mentally ill to care for her. she is thrown into her aunt's arms, a house that is too perfect, twin cousins who are too beautiful, and an uncle she fears merely because she has come to distrust every man who's ever been in her life. she must learn to adjust to this cookie-cutter world, to this family who loves her without explanation. she will pore over her sister's hateful letters, weep from her mother's drunken phone calls. because no matter how much better things become, you can't ever truly escape your fucked-up past. believe me, i've tried...