I sat in my room staring at the ceiling. Perfectly still. Not a thing was moving. I listened to my parents talk, my father betraying me. Telling my mother things about me that she would get angry about. His words like venom seeping through my veins engulfing my heart. I hate them. I hate my family. Most of my family have betrayed me, and if they haven't they will eventually. I've wanted to run away but I don't have the courage to do so.
I have the motive but not the courage. People tend to mix those up. There's a fine line between them, just because you have one does not mean you have the other. I've wanted to end it. I don't want to die. I just want to end this life and start a new one but how can I do that, I'm only fourteen. My whole life I've been afraid whether it be of the dark or getting lost or killed it's always something. I don't know how this developed but it's always been there. My father would play horror games in front of me as a child but even horror games can't show the horror of real life. I might as well introduce myself. My name is Isabella my friends call me Izzy. I have medium brown hair, green eyes and pale white skin. I'm nothing special but who is? I'm different. I think differently I see the world differently I am different. But really who gave that word a definition. If someone else gave it a definition it could mean normal, even then someone would make up another word for 'different'. Inspirational speakers say being different is cool but the people who say that usually have their life together without complication. I'm not saying that they never had any but as a teenager with my kind of 'situation' it's hard to think otherwise. I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks that way. My life isn't all horrible it may seem that way but it's not so bad. I like school I guess but we alllll now how school is. Drama, work, hormones. Typical school things. I prefer school it's my get away place from home. I can smile there. But every smile is a frown right side up.
