I was born January 1st. Everyone says I'm lucky but I'm really not. My parents abuse me. So every time it's my birthday my parents yell at my face and tell me that nobody loves me. I wish I would just die. They are right, nobody loves me. I'm a big. fat, ugly. not-loved person. so why did god make me? Don't ask me ask god I wish I could die I never want to live again.
"Michel Jo Murphy get your ass down here now we need to teach you a lesson." my m....mo...mo.....mom said. I hate calling her mom because she doesn't want me to live. so I usally call her by her name Jody. I call my d......d.......da.......da.......dad Joey.
"Hahaha" Joey laughed.
"Coming Jody and Joey" I said with fear in my voice but t....t..tried to hold it in. I ran down stairs.
"Stand in front of your mother now, asshole." Joey said.
Wham
I got smacked across the face and punched, kicked and thrown multiple times, then I blacked out. I wish I would just die now.
(Hey guys first update. I need some names for the next chapter(s). I need 2 girls and 1 boy. I can't write any more chapters till I get those names. Don't forget to comment and vote!
~Franny)
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