My mom didn't want me anymore. To her I was just a piece of trash. She told me I was going to hell. I deserved to die. I didn't mean anything.
My father on the other hand was killed. Someone shot him when I was little.
I'm 13. I've been threw so many foster homes. Lived with so many people.. I'm suppose to go to a new family tomorrow. I'll be out of there within a week. It's how it always is.
I started cutting myself when I realized I would never be happy. Never be important. I was 9. I have scars all over my body. Everywhere. Everyone calls me a freak because of it.
My little brother, Ethan stay by my side where ever I go. He's 7. I've never let him stay in a different place than me.
What kinda fucking sister would I be?
Anyway. I love my little brother, despite everything I am. I care about him. I don't want anything to ever happen to him. No one should ever fucking put there dirty ass hands on him!
If it wasn't for my brother I would have killed myself by now. But he needs me.
"Nadilynn?!" I heard him scream. I ran down the hall. "Ethan? Bubby where are you?!" He mumbled something,
"Over here..." I took off running. Once I found him he was bleeding all over. Someone beat the shit out of him.
"Who did this to you.?" He paused. "His name's Markis." I jumped up. "Markis?!? Come here!" I heard running. He stood in front of me. "Yes?" I slapped him "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" He started crying. I went back over to Ethan and helped him up. "Lets go." We went to my room and I cleaned him up.
We sat there with it quite. "Why do you do that?" Pointing at my wrist. "It's hard to explain." He just keep looking at my scars.
I went and sat right next to him. "Look bro, life is hard, you'll find that out later on in life." I started crying. He hugged me.
"You know I love you, Ethan." I couldn't stop crying. "I know sissy. Don't cry. It'll be okay." I couldn't help it. It was to hard.
I should've never let him see me do it.
I'm so stupid. What the fuck is wrong with me. I'm a horrible sister! I didn't wanna lie to him though. I wanted him to trust me. I wanted him to be honest with me.
That night he slept in my room. This was gonna be our last night in Virginia, tomorrow we'll be going to Georgia.
************ Great, starting over again.
I'm not use to writting stuff like this, I'll get use to it.
Soon.
I Hope Anyway.
Thanks.(:
