***Just a little side note, this story does contain triggering actions like self harm and more serious things. Just to let you know c:
Now, ONWARD WITH THE STORY!~
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Its about mid-day and I was sitting on my couch. Well, technically, it was my parents couch. I was a 20 year old American who was without a job, unless you consider flipping burgers at McDonalds a job, I was a school dropout. Well, sorta.. When I was in 7th grade, my depression was terrible. By the time I had started year 7, I had been depressed for 8 years about. I was so fed up with all or the rumors and lies that people were saying about me at school. And I didn't know how to cope, and all I wanted was to feel numb. So I began to self-harm. Now, as many people are against self-harming, I honestly didn't care. I had been harassed and taunted and bullies for several years, so I didn't care at all what other people thought. I did it. And it felt good, it was my great escape.
Everyday after I came home, I took the blade and applied tons of pressure against my scared left arm. One turned into three and three to eight and before I knew it, there were hundreds. And I kept this up until about the middle of the school year when my mom saw them.. I was immediately pulled out of school and my mom became more strict than normal. She wouldn't let me do anything or go anywhere. And after a while of staying clean, my mom said many things that just made me worse. The cuts went from my arm to my legs where she couldn't see them. And since then I've tried to stay clean for a while but then I did it again, and I did it all the way to where I am now.
My family has been fighting tons lately and I tried my hardest to stop them. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fix anything. I had just made it worse. So one day I was chatting with my older sister, Mary, and I told her that I wanted to move. She had said that she had been hoping I would start looking at apartments and houses a long time ago. She also said that a change of scenery would do me good. So, the next day I told my mom and dad that I wanted to move. I had never said why, I just said that I wanted to move and it just started a massive argument and my mom told me to gather my belongings and leave. I did as told. I packed up everything I own and piled it all in my car. Then, I left. I didn't know where I was going, but I was leaving this hell for good.
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Sorry for no dialog. But that was my first chapter, yay!! Please let me know how I did and give me ideas? I don't know what else to say except thank you if you have gotten this far. I promise the next chapter will be a bit more exciting. And there will actually be dialog. Well, I'll see you in the next chapter, BYE!!💙
-Makayla
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