Erratic Shiz (COMPLETED)

1K- Erratic

I love you guys a lot.

I care for all of you which is why 1K is a big deal for me again.

And I really hope that if any of you guys need help, someone to talk to that you know i'll always be here, i do want to help.

Even if it seems like 1K is meaningless people reading this chapter knowing someone is here for them, that for me, is the most important thing.

And for another special thing, I'm going reveal a untold story, the truth.

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This is the story of me, my real brother, and who i am.

I was born into a family of hate. Truly I was supposed to be like a peace offering, adored by people, but it didn't change the fact that to them i was still a mistake. People told these stories about me as a child, really chunky, pelona, I couldn't even crawl because how chunky i was. But adored by people I was too. My father's brother hated my mother, so did his sister, and for most of the time my grandmother. Because of my big brother.

My big brother was born, a very important day to me, April 10, 2001.

Maybe that was his date to be.

But not the choice, he was aborted, autistic baby, hated from his father whom i'll never know. Mother not wanting to but it was for the better of my future they said. And yet all i wanted was a big brother. Unborn still he was the biggest piece of me.

As a one year old I had a friend they said, his name was Ethan, I like that name, but I don't remember him. Little girl on the train with her grandmother who smoked too much making me very sick. From the start I had practically the weakest immune system, always in the hospital taking tests not breathing right, oh well guess i'd just tough it out.

Me a little girl can you believe?

A preschooler about 10 minutes walking from my house, with no friends...

I met a person who said she was my friend, but we would act as snow white and the evil queen, I was the evil queen, she threw rocks at me. So much for a friend... I did have a person who didn't hate me, his name was Matthew. Sweet boy only person who tried to keep me company, no one really ever has liked me. My next door neighbors were nice as well they and a girl across the street became the only ones who knew my name.

My cousins, they were people i could never fit in with, my hair was too short and i didn't look mexican. Another thing i struggled with, my heritage, white kids bullying me, too bad that school ended up really mexican. But i was so sheltered from my family it lead me to social anxiety, anxiety period, depression, basically who i am today...

 But then i moved into kindergarten where i thought id fit in, fuck that shit.

That girl hadn't been the only one too hurt me. During recess i sat alone. One girl tried to be my friend only out of pity. The first day i couldn't stop crying, well yeah i was alone forever what did they expect.  Pitiful friends who when i got called the weird girl well they'd either agree or stand up for me. Bloody mouth when i got hit with  a metal bar and you took me too the nurses how sweet.

But then you left me.

Well our friendship was over in second grade where i met the new girl on the first day. We still hung out and well new girl and me we hit it off like that. She became my new best friend and i stood up for her, damn popular i was anyone will admit. Then she left. For the new girl who showed up the second day of second grade, I love to say the perfect dramatic entrance. And i didn't see you for a very long time. Actually my pitiful friend left for her too. What tragedy. Eventually the original new girl saw the bad things she did, got tired of the drama  she caused and we talked again. Well what a fool i played she became my favorite again. Drama queen a girl who stole my friends  well we'll see.

Drama is my stir up i do love one good dramatic tale, but things at home were never stable. For the past years my neighbors were my friends and the guy hit on me. The girl was so sweet we'd all stayed friends I did with the girl anyway, the boy, well a creep.

Then it happened, they made fun of me because of the brother i had they never even knew.

When i was four my life ended, but these elementary bitches hurt me for too long.

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Well my loves i share a room so i gotta sleep but the story will continue at 2K, or maybe on bros birthday. But as we know my bad family's legal situation i have to go get a second job so see you all in a bit. Message me, goodnight thanks for everything loves. <3