At first, I laughed at the world and told it that I lost nothing. But no, I was definetly wrong. I technically had lost someone I could confide in, I lost someone that could protect me, I lost a father figure that could help me and do what fathers do. But no, the world hated me it seemed and so did this apparently existent God. So as a result, when I was 8, I learned to trust no one- to stay away from everyone, to hurt those that took even one step toward me emotionally or sometimes even physically (when it came to my cousins Jane & Jacklynn and my 3 sisters especially), and to hide my dark secrets and very strong emotions. I paid no attention to whether the people that wanted into my life were trying to help me or hurt me because deep down, I was scared and an extremely shy kid with social anxiety. At the time I am currently writing this, I am 18 years old and guess what? I still deal with the social anxiety and I believe that I have been suffering from depression for 7 years now, whether my family believes me or not. I plan on going to a psychiatrist soon to deal with the issues.
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Hurt
General FictionA sad story about the unmentionable happening to a girl, who is now trying to send a message to the world describing the unbearable pain she felt. * Warning- this is a fictional story, it is not real*
