𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭..

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮 ..

My name is Olivia Young, I'm an only child. I'm 18 years old , and this is my story. 

When I was 16 my dad killed himself. My dad had really bad depression , to where he had suicidal thoughts , and acted on them. I developed depression too as i grew up. After my dad passed away , my mom began drinking and overall just not being herself..

The abuse didn't start until around 4 months after my dad's death. At first it was verbal abuse such as , "Your worthless" , "Kill yourself" , "Your dad killed himself because of you" and so forth. She than became agressive , hurting me. She beat me so bad to the point where i had a fractured wrist from her stomping on my hand. Of course , It developed into more than just a fractured wrist. 

I had 2 broken ribs from her kicking my down the stairs , a concussion from her knocking me in the head with a bat , and i even broke my arm. All at the age of 16. 

When i was 17 , i had gotten used to her abuse. She barely came around anymore so I never really saw her. I never had friends to tell about this. As you may not know i went to middle school with a pretty relevant girl. 

Mia Hayward. 

I was in sixth grade when she was in 8th. I was bullied constantly and she always defended me. Always had my back , she was my bestfriend for that whole year. He hung out outside of school too. But when she went to highschool we lost touch. Of course I'm terribly proud of her and her team for coming such a long way , but sometimes i wish she remembered me 

But all of that was about to change.