This story is about the pain, and suffering I go through. Good luck, it'll be long. It will end when I need it too.
⚠Trigger Warning: Self Harm, Swearing.
⚠I don't see anyone with the same life I have, so this is definitely Copyright.
"Should I Write Fanfiction?" Was what i asked myself today. Its fathers day, and I've given my father he best thing i could make. I had fell asleep at my grandma's, Waiting for my parents to come pick me up.
Before i had fell asleep, i had texted my father. "Who's going to pick me up?" Of course he didn't answer. Thats fine, he must have been sleeping since he always has to work so early in the morning. It was summer, so it was kinda normal for me to sleep util about 4:00 A.M. And my dreams, of course, was about either John Laurens, or Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette (Its Hamilton stuff. Even i dont understand myself at times.) I woke up, immediately sending a photo to my father, not realizing it was 12 in the afternoon.
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(A/N i swear to god i did that)
After I had finished, i waited as my phone charged. I was always reading Jefferson x Reader, or some kind of Hamilton smut. I've gotten used to reading it and realized i read it more than i should.
After reading whatever i was doing, it was already 4:00. Everyone was coming over my grandma's to have a party, or some kind of barbecue. My grandma would always make the best Mexican rice. Have I mentioned i was Mexican?-
Anyways. After i had finished everything, i went on Wattpad and searched for something to read that was either in progress or completed.
I was then told to go outside with other family to play kickball with family. I realized when I was running, my back had hurt way more the day before. I kept thinking, and I couldn't remember what i was doing. I was really confused. I didnt sleep comfortably at all, and i was starting to feel strange. I was dizzy. I asked my Aunt if i could stop playing, because of my back. She didn't believe me, but then she let me rest. I went inside, and heard something like fireworks. I ran outside, and have seen my uncle running towards the fence, shouting, "Those Fuckers Didn't!" And trying to jump over the fence chasing someone. The ones being chased appeared to be about my age, and they had threw some kind of fireworks over the tall fence.
After the incident, and trying to calm myself down by shoving pickles in my mouth and trying to rap guns and ships, i was finally able to go home. I never wanted to go home so bad in my life. My mom was listening to Puerto Rican music, and i didnt mind, though she isnt Puerto Rican. As long as my family was happy, i was.
I was finally home. My cat had kittens, and my father was in his room. Oh golly were the kittens small. I was crying, because i was finally able to see them I was beginning to feel sleepy
