Me.

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Chapter 1: me

I wake up to the sound of my mother shouting. Ugh. Same old everyday. She was on the phone with yet another one of her boyfriends. He was just another face in the crowd. I knew she deserved better, but she just dealt with it all. I hear her voice "NO I HATE YOU NEVER CALL ME AGAIN! F*** YOU!" Just another minute later I heard her sad voice. I knew what he was he was saying. They always say the same. Babe I'm sorry I'll never let it happen again. Then I heard her crying & choking out a few words. This is where she takes him back. This one's abusive. Last was a drug addict, & the one before a man whore. It makes me sad to see her go through all of this. I couldn't stand to hear it anymore so I just went back up the stairs & to the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror disgusted once again. My stick straight black hair, dark green eyes, pale face, & my poor weight. I'm 16, & I weigh 160 pounds. It disgusts me. I just keep on telling myself that someday I'll be prettier, maybe even beautiful. I'm already an out cast at my school because of all my scars. I'm just the typical "emo" the only one In my school. I grow up in just an average town full of normal people. Everyone knows each other. Everyone is quick to judge, & they don't know my story. That's okay though. They wouldn't care any way. My father moved to Florida with his new wife. He offered to take me, but I couldn't leave my mom alone. I decided to continue going to my own personal hell. People from here call it high school. It's my senior year which should be all fun, but it's not.

of all my scars. I'm just the typical "emo" the only one In my school. I grow up in just an average town full of normal people. Everyone knows each other. Everyone is quick to judge, & they don't know my story. That's okay though. They wouldn't care any way. My father moved to Florida with his new wife. He offered to take me, but I couldn't leave my mom alone. I decided to continue going to my own personal hell. People from here call it high school. It's my senior year which should be all fun, but it's not.

SORRY ABOUT THE TITLE. IM STILL FIGURING WATTPAD OUT BUT COMMENT LOVELIES :)

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