The one Who Never Got Their 'Happy Ending'

This is only the Beginning

  There I was, a cute, happy yet crying baby girl. My mother held out her arms as the doctor handed me to her. She looked at me as she smiled and said. "I'm gonna make you the happiest girl al-"

(Wait wait wait- you may be a little confused. Seeing as the title says boy. Well, allow me to explain:) hi, My names Aj. And I'm currently 13 years old. So a teenager. I live a life full of unexpected twists and turns that I'd rather stayed in the past or never came at all. I'm also Transgender, which explains the boy, girl sh!t. I have a toxic-ish bipolar like mother, a homophobic sister, a pretty nice other sister, (though she can be a bit mean sometimes), an emotionally abusive roommate, and a father-ish figure who I call 'dad'. He can be rude sometimes too. Anyway, now that I have explained the important parts, we can get on with the story. Let's just fast forward a bit yeah? Enjoy.)

"No! Stop! I don't wanna die..!" I yelled at my online friend. We were playing a game and we were on different teams so she had to kill me. She didn't listen to me though and killed me anyway. I screamed at her over the phone in anger, not a bad anger, a funny jokingly anger. We both laughed about it for a while. "Ari keep it down!" My father figure had yelled through another room. Ari...I hate that name, He never calls me Aj. Ari is my dead name. I get pretty triggered whenever I hear it. Whatever. I heard some people talking in the kitchen and me being my nosey self I listened in.
" 'She' never cleans up after 'herself'. 'She's' a pig. Always lazy and never gets out of bed." A heard my mother's roommate say faintly. Seeing as my door was closed. 'Every time I ask 'her' to do something 'she' just walks away." I heard my sister say after my
Roommate had spoken. It wasn't the first time they talked about me in the house. I just got used to it.
"Hey I gotta go, I'll call you tomorrow" I told my online friend. She replied with 'ok' and I hung up. I sat on my bed and went on my phone. Still listening to the others in the kitchen. They are pretty loud. I put my phone down and looked at my ceiling with my hands on my stomach. Why are they so loud, it's like they Want me to hear them and the bad things they have to say about me. I rolled over and gave up on trying to ignore them. Every now and then I heard The 'T word' people use to be Transphobic. Sometimes I just wanna disappear but,

This is only the Beginning.

⚠️please do not get offended if your name is Ari, I did not mean to offend any Ari's out there.⚠️