Abuse: treating (a person or an animal) with cruelty or violence, regularly or repeatedly.
I don't know how I've managed to make it so far in life. Of course I have my best friend Sarron and my wonderful boyfriend Niall Horan (and the rest of the lads), so you would guess I'm the happiest girl in the world, right?
Well a smile can surely hide a thousand lies. Ever since I was 12 my parents were hooked on drugs. I was a completely normal pre-teen, with a normal family, and I wish I could go back to that. But I also realize that good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
My older brother, Mark, who was four years older than me did everything he could to protect me. I didn't even understand what was going on... All I heard was my parents screaming at one another, Mark would bring me up into his room, and we'd lock the door. He would put ear-buds in my ears, and we'd huddle close together while items were shattered from below.
Mark was killed by my mom when I was 15. I was supposed to lie to the police officers, that he shot himself, but I witnessed her pull the trigger herself. I didn't and she was sent away for 12 years for murder, drug abuse, possession of illegal drugs, etc. Just because she was out of the picture didn't mean everything was good now. I lost my only protection, and let's just say that my dad wasn't to happy with me. We moved to a new town in England, which is where I met Sarron, and also where the years of abuse from my father began.
Sarron is the only person that really knows about the abuse... and self harm... I can't let Niall know, he wouldn't love a girl with scars, because he only knows the "happiest girl in the world, not me.
