So, after moving to Central London we settled in rather quickly. Everything was going fine, we were away from our scum of a father, mom had us taken out of school so we didn't have to go through the stress just yet, we were all doing good. Until we were told my nan passed away. We were all distraught. We left her and didn't get to say goodbye. The house was silent for a good few weeks and not a lot of conversation was made. That's when things got bad. That's when I got bad.
I then started school not long after the news of my nan. Long story short, I was bullied every day of my first year at big school and did not like it. I never told my mom and just carried on with the days trying to get my work done. I was bullied for my appearance on a daily basis and my way of coping was going home, locking myself in my room and harming myself.
That's how it all started, that's how my depression started. I had been in and out of hospital many times at the age of 13. I remember the times I was coming in and out of A&E and the nights I would sit in my room at the mental institution.
I sat up from my bed realising that having thoughts of my past was not the best idea for me, I grabbed my phone which I chucked across the room before my track of thoughts got in the way. I switched it on and looked down at my arm forgetting what I had done 10 minutes ago, I run to my bathroom pulling my blood stained long sleeved top of and chucking it into the bin, I soaked my wrist in water and bandaged it up. I need to stop doing this to myself, it hurts the people around me.
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Sorry this is a short chapter, this is my first story so its going to be shit.
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Torn and frayed
FanfictionKatie hasn't had the best of lives. She struggles with depression and anxiety and her sister doesn't help. Her family decide to pack up and move to Australia to hope for a better future. Tragedy after tragedy, will she cope?
