The impossible is never impossible. When someone says something is impossible, prove them wrong. Nothing is impossible. I thought depression was my impossible.
There is a part of me I can't get back; a little girl who grew up to fast. All it took was once and I'll never be the same, I hummed. I love listening to Demi, especially at times like this. I held the cold blade to my skin; 'worthless' one cut, 'nobody' two cuts, 'waste of space' three cuts. The list goes on and when I finished my whole arm was full of cuts, all the way up to my shoulder. I heard steps coming upstairs, threw the blade behind the toilet, since nobody looks back there. Normally I keep it a little box with my suicide note. I grabbed a towel and tried to clean it up good as possible, the steps were getting closer. I pulled my sleeve down, and threw off my clothes. I quickly jumped in the shower. Someone opens my bedroom door, "Taylorr, dinner is ready!" It was mom, thank god.
I slowly got out of the shower, I just want to end my life already, why am I still here? I've tried at least three times, telling myself to swallow the pills, but something keeps telling me not to. I walk out the bathroom and head straight to my closet. After about five minutes of getting dressed, I decided to braid my hair. That took two minutes, it doesn't take me long to braid my hair. I deliberately dragged my feet downstairs to dinner. What's the point of eating when I'm already fat enough? They'll probably look at me like I'm some pig or something.
I walked into the diner room and saw everybody looking at me, "What are y'all looking at," I snapped. They quickly stopped staring, I noticed there was a man sitting awfully close to my mother. "Who the hell is he," I asked making a disgusting face. Mom gave me a death glare. Oh great, another one of her toys she brought over. I am not going to sit through dinner with this slut! "Are you going to sit down," mom asked aggrovated. I ignored her comment and jogged back upstairs. I felt someone following right behind me, so I quickly slammed my door locking it. I was NOT letting her hit me again. "AND YOU WONDER WHY YOUR FATHER TOOK YOUR BROTHERS AND NOT YOU!" This bitch did not just say that.
I need to leave, like now! I can't stand living here, but I don't want Avery to feel like I abandoned her. She's the only person I consider family to me. I can't take her to California with me.. I want to find the love of my life, but he doesn't know I exist. I mean I am technically old enough to move out, I mean 16 isn't a bad age to leave.
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