The Story of Paisley Foster

Paisley.

(A/N: These next chapter will be from Paisley's POV, from the past leading up to her suicide, WARNING: There are mentions of abuse, suicidal thoughts)

My name is Paisley Lillian Foster, only child of Joseph Bryant Foster and Bianca Lorraince Foster. And up until I was five years old, I had an amazing life. Well I can't remember a lot of it but I have vague memories of laughter and pageant mornings with My mom, and meeting Matt at daycare. Everything felt so new and shiny, like a new Barbie doll.

And then My mom got killed, I tried not to think about it, I was so young so thankfully I don't really remember it. But life got dull, like all the sunshine and colors just drained away with My mom. Along with all that, My fathers kindness left as well, he was angry and drunk constantly. He would smash beer bottles on the wall and stab it into My side, it hurt. So much.

I think after a while I became numb to the physical pain, what hurt was looking at My father and seeing no love. What hurt was hearing those words he called me, blaming me for My mom's death. What hurt was knowing that in his mind, I was not his daughter, I was not family. I was a punching bag, a way for him to rant out all his anger. I think I stayed for so, long because I thought one day he would wake up and love me again, like he once did.

But on the first day of junior year, I realized, My dad wasn't coming back, all the pain I endured, all the smiles I held, all the screams I muffled in hope of his love returning was over. I wanted to go, I couldn't do it anymore. Knowing that your only parent doesn't love you, does not become happy when you get the lead in a show, but instead expects you to be perfect. To hide every scar, made by them, or by me. To have the highest grade, year after year.

I can't handle it. I can't do it anymore, I can't be perfect. And when Matt looked at me with worry and concern and kindness, I almost stayed, but My father convinced me, I can't stay here anymore, I needed My mom.

(A/N: I'm tearing up reading this right now and I wrote it..)