A Life Without Love

Chapter 1) Why me!!!

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Hey my name is Hannah Strange and I'm going to tell you my life story. Hope you like!

It all started when I was eight years old. It was going on one week since my grandma died and I still haven't went back to school. Let me tell you why. When my mother was pregnant with me she had a lot of problems. The day I was born I was handed to my grandma because my mother almost died giving birth to me. So I got passed to my grandmother which you know what that say about the baby first scent is who they'll feel more connected to, well that's true my grandma was like a mother to me. She raised me while my mother worked or took care of my older half sisters. So I was really close to my Grandma. Like I was saying it all started when I was eight. I couldn't eat or drink or bath or move from her bed. Like when her funeral happen I was so sad I couldn't stop crying. When I said what I said I just stood there blaming me. I couldn't see my life without her in it. She was my ideal she taught me everything I know. So after that I became distant and didn't talk to no one and I mean no one not even my family. They said I needed therapy which I never got. So a week or two later I went back because I know she would want me to go back so I did and like everything went dark for me. I would go to school come home  go to her room and just sit there and stare for about a hour. Then do homework which always helped with I would sneak out of the room to get my dinner so I wouldn't be bothered with my family. I always avoided them I pushed them away never talk or laugh or smiled. So after I eat I would wait til everyone is in bed and take a shower. Then I would sneak back to her room. So before she died every night we would read a part from the bible so after she died I couldn't do that anymore. So I would cry myself to sleep every night for a while (I still do sometimes). So after a while I just didn't have a care in the world I gave up even though I promised her I would I still did I never meant its just if you care you get hurt so if I didn't wanna get hurt I thought hey don't care I won't get hurt. So that's what I did stop caring. So a few years later when I was 11 yrs old I start going places again Paul and Missy helped so much I thank them. I started talking to my family again and just pretending to care so they wouldn't know I was depressed. I hide it well (I still am) so after that I want freedom.

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