Never Known Love

Chapter 3

At the orphanage I spend most of my day in my room with my guitar. Charlotte will visit, but she can't stay long since she works here. She works with the little kids, but is my friend nonetheless.

I write songs. Most are depressing because they are about my past, but some are happy, pictures of what my life could've been. I know most of it won't happen, but I can still dream.

I also have my very own radio. I love One Direction, Ed Sheeran, Little Mix, and Taylor Swift. I've always wanted to meet at least one of them, even is it was for a short time. I've been saving money to go to a concert, but it has never happened.

All the boys make fun of me. My hair, my clothes, my scars, my obsessions. They have even broken one of my guitars once. They are terrible, thinking they are funny, but really, they hurt me.

I have scars. A lot of them. Most from cutting, some from burns my father gave me. I started self harming at 5, when I finally realized my parents would never stop. I kept going until now, where I have a ton, from the years and years of trying to escape. It always works, but the pain always comes back 10 times worse. That's why I've tried to stop. But sometimes I just have to give in. Then I feel the relief. But it always comes back to bite me in the butt. No matter what I do.