So there was this guy... We started as enemies, slowly working our way to friendship which soon blossomed into love. We were together for 6 months, and everything was good. But it wasn't actually was it? Nope, not good at all. It can't be, not when I'm the way I am.
Let me do a little bit of explaining, its going to take a while so get comfy, get some food, whatever you need to do, I'll give you some time... I'll be here waiting for your return... That's if you even want to come back.... I really hope you do
So let's start at the very beginning, my name is Katie, I was born into a rapidly expanding family, my parents had been married for 10 years, had 3 kids and wanted another after me. My older sisters Hayley and Georgia were unimpressed when I was born, apparently I looked like a large, pink, withered peanut, but I don't know if that's true or not, how am I supposed to remember myself in those first few minutes of life? My only brother Tashuan is only a year older than me, locked in a psychiatric hospital and never awake when we go to visit him... I guess you could say he's MIA in our family. Since I was born my parents have had another 2 kids, Ameliana is now 11 and Saffron just celebrated her 5th birthday. Growing up as the middle child has always been hard, family discussions revolving around my other sisters, my brother, our pets, but never ever me. I guess that's what made me decide to run away.
By the age of 14 I'd had enough, diagnosed with anxiety and depression, struggling with self harm, 4 previous attempted suicides, I was surprised I wasn't the one locked in the psychiatric hospital. The day I ran should have been a good one, my 15th birthday, but 16 hours into the day not one member of my family had wished me happy birthday. I'd already packed a bag of essentials and was presented with the perfect opportunity to go, I'd be stupid if I didn't take it, so I did, hitchhiking my way across the country in search of the perfect town. It took me two weeks but I finally found it – Osuna bay, a good 16 hours away from my family.
And it was here that I met Thomas, discovered the truth behind my existence, the truth behind the things I could do, the truth behind why I'd never been noticed within my family or at school. It was here, I first learnt about my death.
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