Chapter nine:deppresion is a bitch.

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How have you been lately?

Me:I've been a wreck.

Update:I fuckin hate this town.
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Life really can be short huh?

Yeah bitch my birth giver just fuckin died before I could even spend time with her.

Also called as mom.

I bet those evil Russian are responsible for her death.

Update about me.I haven't left my room for a week.

Not even for breakfast or lunch or anything.

They all have tried to get me out but I didn't budge

I've been crying my balls out. Literally all week

Being alone in my thoughts all by my self..sucks ass

But I'm not stopping myself.
It's like I'm letting myself feel the pain
I know I don't deserve it but it feels like I do deserve it all.

I hear a faint knock on my door

"GO AWAY!" I yell and go under my covers.

Who ever was at the door got it anyways

Cagna (bitch)

It was Andrea

"Hey want some ice cream?" He asks holding a big tub of ice cream

Aw it flattered my heart,that he went out in the rain to get me ice cream

"No" I say shaking my head no

I instantly regret not taking his offer,when I see the slight frown on his face

"Okay you should come down we're all gonna watch a movie,it's pretty boring without you" he says

I just give him my back not really wanting to answer

"We miss you" he says and I hear him go out and the door closing

I start crying again

I don't know why I'm crying again.

Shut up whore and take a shower you stink.

I just can't imagine I don't have a mom.

Maybe I should take a shower I do stink,don't even mention my hair,it been in a messy nest bun.

I go in the bathroom and take my clothes off

What if the johns family is who killed my mom

Oh they are so DEAD.

I'm need to get out of this place

I finish and change into black lather tight pants and a black lather wrapped around my boobs and on one shoulder,revealing my inside chest.

I did my hair straight

I wear a black heels

Yes I'm wearing all black.

Now I have to find a way to get out of here

I think of anyway I can get out of here.

BINGO

The windows.

I know it sounds dangerous but who cares?

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I know I said I don't care but I forgot I have a fear of high serface

I go out the window and hold on to a tree that's next to my window and climb down

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