"You dumb bitch!" My mom yelled at me.
and in that moment I knew that I was nothing to anyone that maybe I am just worthless after all.
I run to the bathroom, lock the door and then I and I cry and I cry and I just cry. I hear the door slam and a cloud of relief passes over me. I reach for my phone and I find myself calling one of those suicide hotlines with people who don't bother to help but just read a script but I just needed someone to talk to , to listen.
I could never have to courage to do it. To take my life I want to be gone more than anything but for some reason.. I just can't.
I talk to the lady on the hotline no— I sob to the lady on the hotline who's name I didn't catch because all sound was blocked out by my own cries.
"Sweetie slow down stop cry-" The call ends. My phone died.
It's 8pm but I'm tired, for 15 years I've been tired might as well get some sleep.
I walk to my room and lay in a pool of thoughts and all the things I wish I could have abs the live I could live. I wish Queen Mab would swoop right into my bedroom and make my dreams take over.
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This chapter was short af bc it's the first one but this story will revolve around a girl with a personality like mine and a similar life to the one I live it will be really good I promise don't swipe away :)
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With Her
Romancea little girl, the most fragile and the most broken begins her junior year. Will it push her over the edge.....literally ? that's the sad part, she never stood a chance.
