I really miss the days when I was younger. Just a little girl happy, no worries, perfectly okay. If only I could of seen what I would be like now.
Hi, my name is Emily. Emily the ugly, worthless, piece of shit. Because that's the name I'm used too. I'm just a normal 15 year old girl living in hell. I am just like you. I go to school, I have a family, but my story is just a bit different. I was born like any other baby happy & Heathy and my parents really cared for me because I was the only girl. We'll now I'm 15 they are getting Divorced. Fighting everyday. My dad comes home drunk every night. My mom works a lot of hours. So most the time they fight they blame it on me. I'm pretty used to it by now. I have two other siblings. A younger brother 9 years old and an older brother 20. My brother is a drug addict and is the one who would understand me more then anyone else. Then one day he forgot about me. But then again when am I not forgotten. I don't know where it went wrong. One normal day I wake up and say "good morning". No reply I thought he was sick. So I asked him if he was okay? When he started screaming. Crying on the floor saying "why would I do that" and "I'm sorry" I didn't know what he was talking about. I got really scared. I went to my parents room and they were gone. I freaked out. I went to go outside to see it their car was gone when I had seen my brother with a knife I asked him what he was doing. He kept on saying sorry. He told me to turn around. And then it happened he had took the knife too his chest and stabbed himself. My parents had come home just in time to save him. We drove too the hospital and we were their for 11 hours crying and trying to get things figured out. My parents think I tried to kill my brother. A helpless 11 year old who tried to kill her brother. I didn't know what to think everything was wrong. So that's when my life turned around.
