My name is Adrie and I will admit it is a pretty weird name but I like it is unique plus my name is similar to my grandmas nickname which is pretty cool. I have had depression for 3 months now and it all started when my father died.
Chapter 1 "um mom what is uncle Tim doing here?" I asked. it's just I never see uncle Tim and I liked to keep it that way I thought to myself "well me and Tim are getting married next week" my mom responded. All of a sudden I felt the world come crashing down slowly but surely. I ran as fast as I could up the stairs. I quickly went to my bathroom and graved my one and only blade I didn't know if I should cut my self because I promised my dad I wouldn't cut my self any more but I just felt So good. I graved my blade tight and pushed it into my skin and the cold blade against my hot skin felt grate the blade just put in new pain and pushed my old pain away. I saw as my blood dripped down my hand slowly. I walked to the corner of my bathroom and cried for hours will the blood striped down my warm hand. i felt really light headed so i headed to my bed and fell asleep. ''Adrie get up are flight to los Angeles California leaves in about five hours''
''no mama please i don"t wanna leave, i don't wanna live with uncleTim i hate him i always will'' like that my mom stormed out of the room. i went to my closet and graved one of my many suitcases and started to pack my clothes one by one. i decided to change into my black crop top and some black high wasted jeans and to pare it all off i wore my white converse. (the outfit is in the bottom)
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*10 hours later*
i was officially in LA California which i couldn't believe like i had always wanted to live in LA but just the way i got here sucked. i was felt so cheerless like i didn't fell like doing nothing i didn't even know wear my room was in this big house. After what felt like hours i finally found my room which was so beautiful i will admit but it was way to colorful so i would have to paint my room like a light gray color or something. it was 3am so i went to sleep cause if my uncle still found me awake he woud beat me up.
