Friday. June 6,2012
I open the door to my bedroom and face planted into my bed. Ugh, I hate life. seriously, it's never worked out like people says it does. its not like the fairy tales make them out to be. they're all just stupid little fairy tale lies. at least that's what it turned out to be for me.
My names sage. and for seventeen years I've been all alone. yes I do have my parents, keep in mind I'm only a sophomore at my high school online, but they don't really like me. well....... scratch that me and my mom do act like best friends and I can tell her almost anything, but my dad's a different story.
he's a drunk and he's a druggie. he's very abusive to me and my mom. it's been like that since he lost his job because of a coworker giving him a bottle of jack and some coke. he got addicted. and that was when I was only two so don't ask about how my mom reacted cuz I don't know. but one thing I can tell you about my mom reacting to this is that ever since then she's been trying to get him help and nothing's worked not for the past thirteen years at least not that I've seen.
Now my mom...... she's so amazing and awesome. She's always had the dream of being able to help everyone in the world and healing their wounds, physically and emotionally, but I sometimes worry she doesn't think of herself. When dad hurts us, when he's drunk and as high as the heavens above, she never thinks of helping heal herself, she always makes sure that I'm all patched up and leaves herself torn up.
I'm glad my mom cares enough about him to try and stop his addiction; but this has gone on for too long and has gotten far too out of hand! but I can't do anything, without creating something that will make my life more like a hellhole.
oh yeah I haven't even talked about my self, not like it matters,. but like I said earlier. hi, my name is sage. I'm 17 and a sophomore. I have no friends and no family except for my parents. and I'm what people say is goth or emo, I've gotten so much shit about me from people who don't even really know me, it's ridiculous. but one thing they say that's true is that I cut myself. I've been doing it for for three years now and I've always told my mom that its just from dad throwing beer and whiskey bottles. but so yeah that's my life in a nutshell. but who knows maybe I'm wrong about life, maybe there is a prince waiting to whisk me away from all my woes. but that only happens in stories. and if its happens in real life, it didn't happen to a girl like me.
AUTHORS NOTES-
So this was my first story on here and the first chapter, so this was scary for me knowing others will see it. but I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and I hope I can finish this one and write others. I've got a lot of ideas for other stories I'd love to write so if you'd like to see me write other stories please comment saying what you thought and if you'd like for me to write a specific story or just anything you'd like to see! please tell me what I could fix and what I could add or take away from the story so far. I'm sorry that this was long I promise the others will be shorter. So ill see you guys later. thanks for reading the first chapter of my story, bye!
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The girl with scars (a munchingbrotato fanfic) (MAJOR EDITING UNDERWAY)
FanfictionSage has alway wanted to be accepted and felt loved, But she knows nobody will accept her; she too weird. too different. and thats what shes been taught for the seventeen years shes been alive. Until she meets a guy who understands her and makes her...
