Hello, my name is Tory. I'm 16 and I love art and writing poetry. As I write in this journal of mine, this is my comfort and stress reliever. Many people have to deal with being bullied, both physical and cyber bullying. I for one have to put up with both daily. It really sucks because it messes with how I see myself. This meaning I hate myself, I just want to be done with life, especially people. I started self harming when I was 13, but my dad caught me when I was 15, forcing me to stop. I've been clean for over a year now but I don't feel any better. I live in a two story apartment with my dad and my two adorable cats; Iceberg (fat white fluffy cat) and Cauzi (smaller black cat with one green eye and one hazel eye). Oh and I had a fish but we had to flush him 2 weeks ago. My dad is my hero, and he works extra hard to keep us in a home. 6 years ago, my mom was killed in a movie theater with her best friend Liza. It was tragic to have to.....
(Knock knock)
"Hey little gremlin dinner's ready," said my dad opening my bedroom door.
"I'm not hungry," I said closing my journal and putting my fluffy black and grey pen down.
"Tory, you skipped lunch, I'm not going to let you starve yourself," my dad said with a concerned tone.
"Dad I'm fine, I might eat later but right now I'm busy."
"Busy with what? Your homework? Because it looks like you're writing in your diary."
"It's not a diary, it's a journal. And I've already finished my homework."
"Then why is there a half finished Chemistry test on the couch?"
"I'll finish it later, right now I'm busy."
"No, I want you to finish it now so I don't get another call from Mr. Thomas.
(Dad leaves the room and comes back with my test)
(He hands it to me)
Finish it now, and then come eat dinner."
(I roll my eyes)
(Dad leaves and cracks my door)
"I hate school! Why do we even have chemistry it's not like we're going to use it in the future."
I finish my test quickly and pick up my journal to continue what I was doing.
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Two hours pass by and I finally decide to go eat.
To my "surprise" dad was in his room watching "The Walking Dead"
As I head towards the kitchen I saw dad's empty bowl of Macaroni and cheese and supposedly mine in the sink too full of water and dish soap.
So I opened up the kitchen cabinets and grabbed a cookies and cream poptart. The poptart was stale as all get out and tasted like finger nails. I spit it out and walked back to my room.
I checked my phone and the time read 11pm.
"Shoot, I need to go to bed."
I turned out the lights and stared at the dark atmosphere.
"I'm tired, but my eyes refuse to let me rest."
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The beautiful & tough reality
General Fiction(The girl in the cover photo is Not me, This is a fiction story with fictional characters. It's a little dramatic, but the moral that this story revolves around is how serious and life affecting bullying can be. I also am a Christian, so I'd advice...
