I was 15 at the time. The time when my dad was sick. He got cancer in his liver and then it spread to his brain. He was dying slowly. Me and my dad were best buds. I remember me and him would practice for basketball every week. Every year. But not this year. He was dying, I'm not blind or stupid. I knew he was dying slowly and painfully. We were slowly losing him. He died August 11, 2014. He died and I was alone. I blocked my self away from everyone. I lost friends, family and my mom turned to drugs. Soon I was known at school as the weird lonely kid, with a fucked up mom. I stayed in the shadows to get away from it all. And got depression from that. Soon I started cutting. It doesn't hurt after a while it just feels num and it feels like the cuts aren't there.
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A Boy And His Flaws
Teen FictionThis is the story of a 17 year old boy that has depression. His mother is a druggy. And his father died when he was 15. He's still recovering from his fathers death. He is a B- student but is doing half way decent but is one of the shy kids with no...
