My name is Kitty Lampard. I'm 16 years old, and I live in Wiltshire, England.
Basically the middle of nowhere.
It takes me an hour to walk to school every morning, then an hour and a half to get back. I live with my abusive step Dad, and my Mum who has gotten used to his behaviour. Sometimes, she even joins in.
I'm a wreck. I have no friends, the only thing I can do well is use my brains. I'm top in my class, but guess what? I just get teased, put down and bullied more. I've been verbally, physically and yes, sexually abused too. I've been told I've grown up too fast, but when you're in my position, there's no time to be a young, innocent six year old. You have to grow up, face reality and realise, you actually have to work fucking hard for what you want. It won't fall from the sky.
It all changed when a new kid joined the school.
His name was Oli, and he was absolutely perfect. He was more perfect then anyone could ever imagine. But nobody saw him as I did. Everyone saw him as the dyslexic, insecure new kid from Scotland. But he was interesting, he was different.
He reminded me of, well, myself.
He had depression, he had anxiety attacks, he had schizophrenia, and I was always there to comfort him. But his walls were built up so high, he wouldn't let anyone knock them down. He wouldn't let anyone into his life, in fear that they would leave him, abandon him, grow tired of his company.
He didn't trust me. He didn't trust anyone.
