The Broken Girl

Thank You..

Everyone I just.. Want to say thank you so very much for voting, viewing and adding this story to your library's.

It's just so insane how everyone is loving this story so much and it's insane! So very insane I was only expecting 20 likes and 10 views or something.. But as soon as I hit 30 I literally fainted.

It means so much to me.. It's the only thing that means the world to me and god.. Guys I've been crying for a week because of this.

It literally means so freaking much and.... It makes me want to fly out and meet every single on of you's to thank you and tell you how much this means to me.

I love every single one of you and god.. I can't.

I know there's plenty of mistakes and I don't plan on changing them because it shows me how much my writing has changed and how many people love my story for.. The meaning.

At the beginning I had said this story was sorta based on my life and.. I can tell you.

I trust you all.

I had gotten bullied at the age of 8 after I got raped by a classmate.. Then another thing happened again with another boy.

They didn't get done for it cause the stupid police are stupid and I hate them all.

NO GOD NOT MY DAD THAT WAS MADE UP FOR THE STORY I SWEAR.

Unless anyone out there.. If that has happened to you I'm so, so, so sorry.. I'm here.

But anyway.

In the beginning of this year another boy did the same.. And I'm going through shit now.

Back to the past though.
I got bullied for ringing the police on him.. And I got bullied for it and it was brutal.

My Mam and Dad knew I had got raped and they stuck by me.. But they totally ignored that I got bullied.

I have ADHD and Autism and well I used to 'kick off' when things didn't go my way, or if something was so unfair. But I heard most kids did that anyway.. Right?

I hope so or I'll feel bad😅

Anyway.. They ignored the fact that I was bullied and they thought I was kicking off and being angry about everything.

But I just couldn't stand the fact that I was getting bullied by doing the right thing.

I didn't understand what the boy did to me but I knew that I didn't like it.

I feel comfortable with telling anyone cause it was something that happened to me when I was younger and at the time I didn't know what "rape" was.

Anyway.. His sister had came in, blocked the door and told him what to do to me on the bed.

His mother was having intercourse in the next room..

After it happened I ran out and went straight home without my shoes.

..And my Mam and Dad rang the police.

I got bullied for it and my parents blamed me for being bad.

I got kicked out and they were disappointed in me.

I moved schools and I guess moved on with my life.

When I hit 12 I understood what happened to me.

.. I was close to my grandad.. Like very fucking close.

He got really ill with cancer and I had no idea what was going on.

When my Mam burst out crying next to him.. I cried cause I was confused.

He died in July in 2012.

I continued living my life.

Smiling, happy, filled with love.

Then depression caught up with me at 13.

And I'm still stuck in it.

This is why I am so grateful that you all love my story.
It means so fucking much and god.. It warms me all the time.

Thank you all.

I mean it...
Thank you.