I once lived in a shit house, with a shit family before I moved. My father told me, I was worthless, nothing. He told me "LOOK IN THE DAMN MIRROR!!! THEN MAYBE YOU WILL FIND THE REAL PROBLEM!!! FUCK YOU!!! YOU'RE COMPLETELY USELESS!!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GO!!! NOW!!!" I was 17 at that time. My mother told me, I was never going to be successful at anything. And that I should just kill myself. My sister told me, I was a mistake. And no one will ever love me. "And... Now today, I'm all of that." I told myself. "I live in a fucking cheap ass hotel room, and I can't afford anything. I was basically living off the government. All I had for company was my dog named Chibbi." He was a husky. Beautiful, with one brown eye, and one bright blue eye. He was sooooper fluffy. And he was my only friend. I never went outside... Ever. Only to buy some snacks. And something to drink, sometimes. "What am I doing. I'm a shit bag whom can't do shit for myself." I told myself. And I looked down at my arm. And pulled up my sleeves And went to the bathroom, picked up the blade, and cut a huge gash in my arm. Ready to die. And right after room service came in and called 911.
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Don't Worry, I'm Here (COMPLETE)
FanfictionPLEASE NOTICE!!! THIS STORY HAS "BAD WORDS", VIOLENCE, SELF-HARM, SEXUAL ACTS!!! You are a young girl whom suffers from bad anxiety, and severe depression. You are 20 years young, and have an abusive family. But moved away from them shortly after th...
