A long walk home from school, my name is Hope Strong im 15. I have long brown hair and one blue eye, one green. I wear emo cloths and my name doesn't appeal to my attitude or behavior. I suffered abuse, verbal, sexual, and physical. From home and school. School~ they call me names like cuts alot or emo freak, just because I'm different doesn't mean I'm not human. The people there try to take advantage of me when I'm unguarded. Girls shove and push~ boys punch and kick. Home~ my parents call me names like 'was of space' or 'worthless piece of no good shit!' Now I'm still struggling, I've tryed to hang myself with my bed sheets twice, tryed drowning, and cutting. Cutting is an issue that somehow helps. I mean I can't feel it so why not! I sit in the bathroom tuning my scared pale canvass of rist into a Crimson cutting board. I would do it for hours. No one cared. So now it's either take years of pain away or run for it. So second is best, I'm trying to keep my options open though.
Its currently 12p.m. and I'm outside my gasoline soaked home or so called, with a match in one hand and nife in the other. I swipe the match looking upon the torched house as flames eat it alive, they flicker like candle light. Now I need to go, I have 200 dollars I saved over 6 years, I was smart then... I will survive this!
Its been a month, I found a cabin in the woods (not that cabin!) It made a nice home. One day I heard howling in the distance. Now it aproches slowly and won't leave, then the door bust open reviling a bunch of cops and serch and rescue dogs. I knew they were for me. I tryed to hide but it was too late. They caught me.... I'm in trouble now...
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Teen FictionA girl named Hope Strong has no hope at all, when she tells herself to stay strong, it won't happen. Now Hope is searching for a savior from this hell called earth, or better yet life. She tryed to commit suicide more than once and self harm is freq...
