CHAPTER 1. I
t all started when I was 13. I'm 14 now. My name is Bree. I was bullied all my life. For being "emo" or a "fag". So I resorted to cutting no one knew or cared not even my family. My mother died when I 11 and my dad left when I 2. So I live with my pap and my stupid older brother. Ugh life is so stupid. "Wake up Bree" my pap screamed. "I'm sick" I yelled. "Yea right Hun" he replied "get ready for school he added. I thought to my self "school is a living hell I hate it their I'm judged by everything. Theirs a bitch there oh look another one. Screw school". I sighed I got up and slipped on a new pair of blue lace panties. Pretty panties make me feel pretty. I look down at my thighs. They were full of scars I hated my self. I was short and very slim. I have
boobs I geuss and I hate blonde hair with red tips. I slipped on a bra and a band tee, also a pair of black skinnies. Everybody sucks. They can suck my imaginary dick .-. I grabbed my iPod 5, and converse (that I recently colored red with sharpie) and ran out the door. My pap ran to the door and said "I love you" he yelled.
"Ya right" replied. I was running up to the bus stop listening to "pierce the veil." (My favorite band). Then suddenly someone poked my shoulder while I was waiting for the bus on the bench. He had a very deep voice messy hair a carved smile...it freaked me out. I screamed he covered my mouth. "Be quite honeywe've got to go some where" he winked at he said that
