(Warning some of it will have part of my life in it so it's sad. Cause my life is kinda sad XD ANYWAYS enjoy!)
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Your p.o.v
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As you got an hotel room you decided to take a nap. As you dream you start to dream when you little.
*in da dream*
"W-where is mommy?," you asked your older sister. Rolling her eyes she ignores you, leaving you their heart broken.
Late at night mother began fighting with father...again.
*flash to elementary school*
While at school you we're sitting their drawing when you noticed people were talking about you and not in the good way. Since you were five you've hidden your depression along with other feelings. But it all started when your brother was born. You were four and was clueless about the whole situation. Mother ignored you a lot and your older sister seemed to hate you more.
*skip to middle school *
Middle school was the worst times of you life. Depression was a recurring thing along with suicidal thoughts but you had them at age six. (This is actually my life story.....hehehe oh well ) Then everything turned for the worse. You hated your father along with your mother and hated seeing your father but according to court law you had no say so in the matter. (Fact! My mom and dad are divorced, I hate my parents but I have a reason why) All your closest friends are slowly leaving you alone. School became more stress full. But people are making fun of you less...that you know of.
*freshman in high school *
Mother now started to notice the depression but it was too much for you. Finding a wrong way but it was helpful. You found the way of self-harm. Teachers started to notice the reasent change. You started warring a jacket everyday to hide the scars on your wrist. Having physical education didn't help mostly with changing clothes because not only we're they on your wrist but they were on your thy, shoulders, even your stomach. At home never helped it either. Constantly being yelled at you now ten year old brother telling you to kill yourself and your mother doing nothing about it. You sat in your room for hours crying. Even trying to kill yourself six times with a jump rope around your neck. You've tried counseling but they don't do squat shit. Then YouTube came into your life and things seemed to be less shitty. Then suddenly a flash of all the times you were yelled at, was hit, all the name calling, made fun of, appeared.
*end of dream*
Waking up in cold sweats you looked around to see that your phone was blown up with calls and messages.
2 missed calls from two unknown numbers
4 texts
2 texts from Adam
2 from unknown number
Then a call from..... mother?
