I hate my name. Abigail. It's such a common name, with nothing special about it. I live in U.S.A. with my parents, Julia and Michael, and my brother, Josh. I'm 14 and I was diagnosed with major depression and anxiety when I was 12 years old. I've always known that I was different and that something was wrong in my family, something was missing. My older sister, Jesse, would always come home crying, and sometimes her wrists were bleeding when she came home. I never understood why this happened, until one day.
*FLASHBACK*
A week after my 12th birthday, I went to tell Jesse that lunch was ready, and she didn't reply. I opened the door and found her lying lifelessly, with a note on her chest, a tablet box in her hand and tear stained cheeks. I didn't know what happened, so I told my mum she was asleep. She came back in with me and started to cry as the told me to get my dad. I did as I was told and brought my dad into the room. He started to cry and hug my mum, while he was telling me it was going to be ok.
The Next Day
Abigail ~ Mummy, why isn't Jesse waking up ?
Mum/Julia ~ She was an angel sent from Heaven, to look after you and protect you from demons. She protected you until you could protect yourself, so she went back to Heaven with her Angel Family.
I will try and post a new chapter whenever I can, sorry about how bad it is 😁❤️
