"Where are your parents?"
He asked.
"They died when I was jsut 10 years old."
"Who do you live with?"
"I live with some people in a renter house. I pay $200 a month."
"Good thing they were able to let you live there.
Ok, next question.
Why, oh why, do you cut yourself?"
"It reminds me of my parents."
"How?"
"They give me cuts for punishments."
"WHAT!?!?
THAT IS NOT A PANISHMENT!
THAT'S TORTURE!"
"I have them everywhere. On my back, arms, legs, and stomach."
I started to feel tears going down my cheek.
He wiped my tears away,
giving me the ability to stop crying.
"Sorry. Umm, next question.
Do you remember ANY family members?"
"No. My parents don't let me see my relatives."
"Why not?"
"I don't know."
"Are you sure you have never
remembered me?
or seemed familiar to you?"
"No, I'm sure I've never seen you.
Why do you keep asking me this?"
The conversation of him saying
that I was important to me
drew my attention.
"I think I'll tell you."
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WATS UP MOFOS!!! just kidding, u guys are kind people, pls dont kill me.
wait, I said that u guys were kind people, so surely you wont kill me, right? RIGHT!?
lol srry, seeeeee i told you i would be wierd from now on. I keep promises. *big smile*
but thank you for the read :)
i got like freakin 14 reads. 14!!!!! in my chapter called: Love?
That may not be much, but it means a lot to me.
Especially on the chapter parents. I got 20 reads. 20!!!!!!!
fuckin thank you!!!!
well thats all see you, or type you, or read you? on my next chapter.
PEACE OUT!!! *puts out a peace sign with my hand*
Im so wierd.
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Learning To Love Myself
Historia CortaA girl named Sally was born with a terrible family. She was abused, scared, and hated. She didn't know why she deserved this. She's thirteen years old now. Her parents died when she was 10. So why is she still sad, when her parents are dead? A boy t...
