It was 3:00 am. My depression had taken over and I had to silence my cries for fear of waking up the other kids.
My whole life was a mess and quite frankly, it was a mess that needed a lot of cleaning up.
No one had ever cared for or loved me and the little hope that I had started to fade away. I was completely empty inside, I didn't care for anything anymore and to be honest I saw no reason to keep living.
My name is Olivia. My mom and dad were drug addicts and they were so completely messed up in the head that not once did they show the least bit of compassion towards me.
I was taken away from them when I was 7 because they tried to trade me for drugs. Yeah what life right?
I have been living in a group home since then and I can't complain because it's a hell of a lot better than were I used to live.
Me and my parents had lived in a shack kind of home with one bedroom and no bathroom. I was always there to see them getting high and on more then one occasion they forced me to do the same.
I didn't go to school and was left home all day with no food or sometimes no water. I am now 13 and recently started school for the first time. It was kind of scary being as I had never been to one.
I was going into the eighth grade and I was scared. Scared about how people would react to me.
I recently became depressed and I'm not proud to admit it but, I started to self harm. It's a way for me to release my pain and I now it's wrong but I guess that's what happens when your life is as shitty as mine.
I'm one of the older kids here at the group home so I look after most of the younger ones. I try to help the ones who have been through hard situations just so they don't end up like me, empty, broken, or try to prevent the feeling of loneliness that overcomes me everyday.
I had been praying that my life get better and I lost all my faith. "Why God?! Why can't you just let me have one good thing in my life?! Send me an angel to love and watch over me because I can't do this on my own."
I was sobbing uncontrollably again in a hushed tone because of the sleeping children. Little did I know God had listened and I soon got my angel.
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Angel
Non-FictionOlivia is a thirteen year old living in a group home who is dealing with anxiety, depression, and self harm. She has a horrible past but will her hope be restored after she meets her God sent angel?