Losing Time

Prologue

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains mentions of abuse, violence, suicide, and self-harm. I recommend not to read it if you are easily triggered or upset by this.

**I started writing this when I was about 12 or 13... It's so bad in the beginning but I plan on editing it HARDCORE.

AFTER CHAPTER 7, I'M WRITING THIS AS A 16 YEAR OLD (almost 17) THANK YOU FOR READING.**

I just want to say that if you're reading this story, that, it was just inspired by life, and how hard it is to be happy. I want to thank you for reading this. I have been working hard on this for a while. Please enjoy. I also changed the name and made some changes to the original cover.

Original Cover by: @Adambreechase

IMPORTANT NOTICE:

I wanted to clarify that this is MY original story and idea. So I am begging you, NOT to steal it.

And unless you have MY permission to write or do any thing related with this story. I've worked hard on it, and I wouldn't want anyone to take credit for it.

Copyright 2014

Prologue:

How did I get here?

How did I get to the point where I just don't want to be here anymore?

How did I get to the point where I'm standing at the edge of a bridge, just waiting for myself to let go.

How did this happen?

Maybe this is all just a little illusion my mind has created for me; I mean, my life has been pretty crappy lately.

Nothing can really change all this; I used to be the happy little girl who really enjoyed spending time with my family, always had fun; that girl that was so carefree no matter what.

But how can I honestly say that my life was perfect? Of course my family wasn't always the type of family you wanted to be around. We never got invited to parties; maybe it was the fact that my parents disagreed on every single thing. Or it was the fact that we were just plain unlikeable.

Maybe that's what got me here; standing on the edge of a bridge, trying to forgive myself and all the people around me. I'm looking for hope; something to tell me that I am good enough to live.

I just kind of want everything to end; all the humiliation, all the pain that is caused by the things that have happened to me.

Maybe if I just... look back at how my life was, and how I can change it...

No.

There isn't hope for me. There never was.

I can't think straight... maybe it's the fact that I'm standing on a railing, in the middle of the night.

All that's keeping me here is the dark, clear sky with no stars, the moon staring right at me.

My hand is secure on a pole that holds the railing..

I have thought about my life once, or twice now. And it sucks. It completely makes me want to just jump off right now.

But I know I will miss those people who actually care; those people who took the time to ask me if I was alright.

My aunt...

Johnny...

One last time... one last time won't hurt.

I need to remember how I lost all this time.

This is my life.

~Rest is being revised and edited, but still readable.