so this story starts with a twist, its not a happy ever beginning, my name is Violetè. I come from a french family, my mum passed away last year because of a drug overdose. My dad is an alcoholic but hes never around. The only person I have is my older brother Trévon, hes also never around because hes the provider of the family.
I attend a public school called The Trackitional School. I get bullied there a lot over my french accent, and originality and its not fair! I cut myself and not once have had a clean day. I go abide this ritual every single day. I've tried to commit suicide 2 times the first I took an overdose of pills. That never succeeded as my brother got home in time. And the second was cutting myself to a point where I bled far too much.
I cant bare having to go through stress everyday. I hate my life and I hate everyone in it.
