Fallen angel

1st chapter

Life is worth living... 

Never give up even when you think there's no purpose to keep fighting, there always is. If not for other people, do it for your own self. If you end with your life you're not giving it a chance of ever getting better. Trust me, I know what I'm saying...

How do I know you ask?! Well let me tell you about my story. It all started when I was 4. Oh and by the way, my name is Hannah. 

I lost my parents in a car accident, both of them. We were living a party and my dad was apparently too drunk to drive, but he still drove and I was the only one that survived the crash. They both went to the hospital, with really bad injuries and neither of'em resisted... I was too young and innocent to actually understand what was going on, or understand the gravity of it. Soon enough I went to an Orphan Institution. I remember to really hate it a lot!! I remember that it it was the most depressing place ever. The walls, the floors, the roof, everything was grey, dirty and filthy. Everywhere I looked there were kids crying, saying they missed they're parents, the nurses and psychologists always looked bored or sick. Our bedrooms had bugs and we didn't have any bed sheets or blankets so the nights there, especially during winter, were freezing cold. I hated everything about that place... When I was 7 I started suffering bullying in the institution. Every day, an older girl named Chloe would punch me, throw me to the ground, take my stuff. It was awful! I would end the day with bruises all over me. It was not enough that the place was terrible, even worse having that person there always making my life miserable... It was really the worse. And the psychologists never gave a fuck about it. So when I was 9, I escaped the Institution. I lived under a bridge with a bunch of homeless dudes for almost 2 years. But it was really bad, we didn't have any conditions there, the toilet was a bucket, we used to sleep in old stinky mattresses and everything smelled like pee and vomit. I couldn't take it anymore so I tried to kill myself to end all the suffering and misery. Who would care, I thought, I had nobody... I made cuts in my whole arms and wrists and just left it bleeding... It was really hurting, so I felt asleep to die . But a random citizen decided to ruin my plan, wake me up and called 911. I tried to stop him from calling for help but I was already too weak. So the ambulance arrived and I was taken to the hospital. I was interned in the hospital and the doctors told me I was going to be just fine, but the cuts were deep and I also had signs of under nutrition. So I stayed there for a long time...

-- Do you have anyone we can call, parents?

-- I have nobody- I said...

It was true. I wanted to give up because I had nobody...