~Girl with a dream. ~

Beginning to dream.

A girl aged 12. She began to believe no one loved her, so she dreamt that someone would one day truely love her. She had always been told that everyone likes her, but she found out sooner or later, that it's impossible to be liked by EVERYONE. From that day, she had depression and severe anxiety. She wouldn't want to talk with anyone, not even family. She'd stay in her room all day and only leave the house for school.

Months later.

Everything became worse as she now thought no one liked her and that they all gave her odd, disgusted glares. She hated herself so much. The girl started s3lf h@rm and no one even noticed. This made her believe the voices more. *Knock. Knock. * Her mother was knocking at her door. "Sweetheart?.. Is everything okay, you haven't been speaking with me lately.. " The mother asked in a worried tone. The girl kept silent, ignoring the words that were spoken to her. She stated to hate all the ones around her, as well as herself. The world was just a sh1tty f4cked up place to her, nothing could change this thought.

The day before her birthday.

As she wanted to be loved, she was hoping that someone would knock on the door and remember what day tomorrow is. Hours went by and still nothing, she was so close to using the rope. She took ahold of it but before she wrapped it, a cat sat outside her window sill. "Hello there, pretty kitty." She smiled with joy, feeling a bit of hope. The cat entered the room as she opened the window that had dusted over time. "You're so pretty.. " She felt a spark light inside her, but I quickly blew out when she witnessed the cat jump out the window and get brutally attacked by a large dog. Tears rolled down her cheek, her lip quivering. She slammed the window shut and cried for the rest of the day, she hated what this world had become.

The day.

She rose from her bed, realising she hadn't slept because of the sight she had seen. "Today's meant to be a god day.. Yeah.. " She talked to herself, as she stood up out of her bed. The sound of the floor boards freaking with every step she took frustrated her, but she made it her desk in time, so she hadn't done anything.. Yet... She sat there got most of the day, watching YouTube videos on her computer. She could hear sounds in her head. "Mew... Mew!! " the cat's yelps raced through her head. She couldn't handle it more. She proceeded to punch the wall beside her, making a large, obvious hole. "SH1T!! " she mumbled under her breath. The girl hoped that her mother would understand why she had done that action. She blamed herslef for all of this and grabbed a hold of the knife. She sliced it through her pale, cut wrists, watching it bleed out. "When will I just end it all? " she thought to herself. She was 13 after all.