whats killing me, is that im killing you!

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I sat up the best I could without screaming in pain, as I was in the empty room by myself, no one with me, I looked down at my bandaged wrist, just realising what I did, how it effected danny.

no mum, no dad...

all I had was danny, danny was the one who made me smile, laugh, he made me relise what life was really like, he gave me a reason to live, but after my mum got killed and well dad did a runner, i forgot about everything, and what really mattered, danny...

i kept on stairing at my bandaged arm, just waiting for someone to brust though the door and be pleased that im still alive, but no one did, i wish i had danny here with me, i did not think, i just did it, i did not think what effect it had on danny and how he would take it if i did die.

everything just got on top of me, just got to powerful, i felt like my world was ending really slowly, piece by piece, even though i had danny, i just really wanted my mum and dad to well, tell me that they loved me once in a while, thats all i asked for just for love and attention, but in our house hold all that hapend was agurement after agurement, fighting after fighting, just daydreaming about a perfect life, that everything stopped, the pain, toutrue, day to day bullying.

sorry this part is short, the next will be longer!!! promise!!!!!

-taylor x

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