I wake with a start. My stomach feels like it's ripping me apart;I have to eat something. I finally open the bathroom door. I peek out,everything looks weird and abandoned. Maybe it's because I haven't been out of the bathroom for so long. I step out and move to the kitchen. I walk in and check to see if my caramel frappe is still in there. Of coarse it is no one else likes coffe or Starbucks in this house. Family...mom and dad are still gone aren't they? Or they'd be in here like they always are. I look at the clock on the stove;5:57 am. So I can either go to school to get away from my parents or go back into the bathroom to hide away from the world again. I sigh. Why is life so hard? I guess I should go back to school and try to catch up on what I missed. I'll just have to deal with the assholes there that I know are waiting for me. I put down my drink and go upstairs to get ready. I step into my bedroom slowly opening the door. It feels like I've been away for years. The air is cold and everything is still untouched from the 3 nights ago. I look over to my desk, the chair is still knocked over and there are papers balled up on my desk. I swipe my eyes to stare at my bed. The blood was now dry and covered my throw pillow and sheet and blanket; the penknife lay close to the mess. I looked down at my wrists...crisscrosses all over the place. I felt the tears welling up again. I miss my brother...I miss my family together. That car destroyed my family. My parents miss Will and hate that I'm the one here instead. Why did it have to be Will? The planned,wanted one taken away from my mom and dad. They always forgot about me. Forgot to feed me, my birthday, to not ignore my calls and texts to pick me up and away from the hell I go through in school. They just don't care like how they did for Will. Why couldn't it have been me in the car? I could no longer see anything clearly. I scream. Stop crying!!! I hit my head. It hurts but helps me take a breath. In...out...in...out. I here my breath sigh and I feel calm again.
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Ficção Adolescentewhy is life so hard for a girl who has everything she needs...or so everyone thinks.why is Tara's life a struggle? No one knows what's wrong with her,and her parents devote their life to trying to help her. Little do they know,they can't help her. A...
