Chassity
Why does my life have to be so fucked up?Why can't it be someone else's problem?
Why is my dad a drug abuser?
Why am I such a mistake?
Why am I still here?
Why can't just end it all?
These thoughts raced through my mind as I sit on my bed,crying as I turned up the volume on my iPod.I was listening to BROKEN HOME by some random band that everyone is talking about right now.My thoughts were interrupted because BROKEN HOME was ending and I could hear my mom and dad yelling and screaming ,fighting it out,whatever it was about this time around.
This was like our routine,me coming home going up to my room,practicing guitar , listening to random music, slitting my wrists,crying,you know the usual teenage stuff,or at least,as usual as I can ever fbe.
I went to my bathroom and grabbed my pocket knife blade.After that, I started slitting,it stung a little ,but then I felt pure pleasure,I went cris cross and zig zagged all around,making different designs...when I finished,I cleaned up the blood on the floor then went to go take a shower and go to bed.
A/N; sorry you guys for a really shitty for a first chapter hope u enjoyed it tho.
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BROKEN
FanfictionChassity was...Broken, that was the only way to describe her.Her mom told her that she was a mistake each and every day.Her dad was abusive and an alcohol/cocaine abuser.the only person she has ever found refuge in was her brother,Until he died.She...
