My home life was hundred times better then my school life. My parents were supportive they understood what I was going through. A couple years ago they decided to get me help because they could see the toll everything was taking on me. I got help and I'm still getting help.
The problem is that they all think that the help is working but they didn't know that I was still cutting myself. They also didn't know that I still thought about killing myself.
When I got home from school the only thing that I wanted to do was go to my room and escape the world for awhile but when I got home I saw my parents talking to two other people.
" Honey come over and met are new neighbors." Come on I thought to myself. "This is our daughter Ally. " Nice to meet you, I'm Alison Matthews and this is my husband Jeff ."
"They just moved in across the street." my mom said with a smile. "How old are you?" Ms. Matthews asked. "Seventeen." "That's great our son is seventeen, you should met him." I really didn't want to met him because I had this thought that he would be like everyone else I ever met.
"Yeah I will have to but I right now I have a lot of homework so I'm just going to go." I got out of there as fast as could. While in my room I could hear them talking about me and someone name Dylan. I assume it was the Matthews's son.
Eventually they left and I was thankful because I was hungry and I didn't want to go down there while they were still because then I would have to meet him.
" Ally come down for dinner." When I got down stairs and sat at the table all my parents were talking about were our new neighbors. "They seem like such nice people" mom said, " Yeah they do and Jeff as season tickets for the Blackhawks and has already asked me to go to game." Usually I like dinner but having to listening to them gush about this people was annoying.
" Oh by the way Alison asked if Dylan could ride with you to school tomorrow since its his first day." "Really, mom can't he drive himself." she gave me disapproving look." I mean I don't feel comfortable giving some random kid I don't even know a ride. He could be serial killer."
" Ally it will be fine its just a ride to school one day. Just let him see how to get to the school and show him around and if you never want anything to with him again then fine but you are doing this one thing tomorrow." Great.
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Short Story"It was like any other night, my parents went to bed earlier and I stayed up. I did the same routine every night mostly. I close and lock my door, get my pencil sharpener out and unscrew it to get to the blade. Then I would sit on my bed and take...
