Mantodea (creepypasta)

Life.

I'm now in 8th grade my brother wloud be in 3rd grade right now but he's gone... I wasn't theyre fast enouth to help him. To save him. My dad's become alcoholic since mom's been gone it hasn't been the same he blames me for my brother y'know being dead... I don't want to talk about it anymore I'm getting bullied in school they're calling me the "dead mom flower freak"  it's an awfully long tittle for someone who's mother's dead and who only knows how to somehow keep herself from going off the deep end and  forgetting her mom by taking care of flowers her mom liked no loved. It's been hard my dad has started to hit me it's not just mental abuse anymore im not really liked by anyone anymore people are afraid of me for some reason they say i have a "creepy" energy that means no friends for me:). I've only got one pot left of my flowers they've stopped growing in the yard that beautiful red colour that i adore it kinda reminds me of the day... Anyways they're doing show and tell again it's starting to become annoying it was fun when I was younger but now it just leaves a hole in my soul? I feel numb my emotions are deteriorating. I don't have anything else to show except my flowers i don't wanna show one of my knifes or something. I guess il need to show another part of my life