Life, was hard. Nothing ever went right, I was tired of always being like this. Being sad. Being depressed, being suicidal.
Hello, my name is Alicia, I'm fourteen and this is my story.
I slowly cracked open the creaky door, stepping into the cool early morning breeze. I'd been living in an old shack since I was ten, fending for myself. Bullying, child abuse and neglect forced me to run from my own home. I have a part time job, 50km walk from my little shack on a farm. I get paid $10 every five hours to do work around the animals. The money I spend at the little dairy round the corner from the farmer, to buy my daily needs.
My best friend, is my razor. I'm a self harmer, I can't bring myself away from it. I just can't. Its my escape from life. Its wrong, but right in a way.
I stepped back inside, shivering. Five in the morning and its freezing. I decide to make a quick sandwich. As I take a bite, my door swings open, and a tall, slender man strides in. He grabs me by my neck and throws me outside
