Well, let's start...
I was 5 and I was the happiest kid alive, it's funny, how the happiest kid on earth can become the most depressed on earth. Ok, going back to the story...
My parents decided that they were going to get divorced, they didn't tell me until everything was already in progress.
-Montse! Come please, we have to talk to you...- my mom shouted from the living room.
-going!-
I ran downstairs and they had a serious face...
-What happened?-
-Sit please-
We all sat in a triangle and talked
-We need to tell you something...-
-Tell me...-
-we are getting divorced...we want you to know that it's not your fault, it is entirely ours.-
-I know...-
I really knew they were getting divorced, I heard them yell at each other in the kitchen, I would come downstairs and yell at them "Don't fight!!! Please!!!" I would cover my ears and tell them that, so I knew that was coming.
I didn't feel anything, not a single thing, idk why, but I didn't feel anything...
In that moment I was totally feeling-less, now it hurts, they didn't tell me why, but whatevs.
In that time I was starting at a new school, I remember that day as if it happened just yesterday.
I woke up an got changed to my new school's uniform, I had breakfast and waited for the bus. It arrived late, I arrived to school at lunch, everyone stared at me and I felt uncomfortable, the teacher introduced me and everyone said "hi" I was happy, it was Monday, so the week was ok, on the weekend I went to my dad's house (well apartment, that had nothing but a mattress, the kitchen, a couch and a shitty TV that most of the time didn't work) and told him, "Dad, the guys want to kill me!"
"Why?!"
"Because I win in fights..."
He laughed, and I was confused. It didn't matter. At the end we laughed.
My mom went overseas a lot, so I stayed with my dad. I was close to him.
I went to a psychologist because I wasn't getting along well at school, that's when everything started.
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Hi, um this is short I guess.
My chapters will be of my life in a chronological way. If I can't keep it that way, hate me.
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Broken But Not Broken (COMPLETE)
Non-FictionOk, so everything that you read actually happened, so if you want to keep reading its your choice, WARNING: Sometimes I feel that my depression doesn't make sense, please, if you relate to this story, or you start feeling worse STOP READING! UPDA...
