Monsters Don't Live Under Beds

Part One

This story will make you cry. This is about my life and I change the names and everything so yeah. Let's get started on the story then.

My mom always told me it's okay to be scared of stuff and Fake it in tell you make it. So thats what i do or at lest I try to be something in life. The thing that hurt me the most was her lying to me about how monsters sleep under your bed and not in your head. About let's start from the being when it all went down hill.

HI I'm Isabella Sexton. Every one calls me Bell for short so be my guess. Yes my last name is Sexton get the fuck over it. I don't care at least I know what i want to do with my life and I don't get everything I want. Unlike some people i know.

I was in fifth grade and I just moved here. I didn't know anyone. I tried to make new friends but it didn't work I didn't like anyone. Everyone thought I was a freak about I was just like them nothing wrong with me. I'm a new kid and if i'm not pretty then no one cares. If I'm not skinny, or fit then I don't belong and no one cares.

Six grade year wasn't that bad. I got my first detion and i didn't saver it. So that year didn't go that bad. But seventh was trable. I almost had to have surgery on my ankle because was not careful on what i did with it but oh well.

So that was good. Well just wait intel you see eighth grade now that was fucked up. I didn't start believing the monsters in my head. I found out that monsters don't only sleep under your bed but also in your head.

You have a choice to believe them or you block them out. I started doing stupid shit that no one knew about. I was cutting, drinking, and smoking. Yeah i wasn't a good kid we are going to say that. That was just the being.

I ran away from home because i was done with my mom shit. We didn't have a house i was living with my aunt. Working for money to get school supplies because i stole a lot of them the year before because we didn't have the money for it so yeah.

My life hasn't been easy but im getting through it one step at a time. We i was born i had problems with my heart and everything else. I had six blood trasfustion when i was about a day old. I almost missed my first christmas. I was born May 15, 2002.

I know I'm not that pretty but how cares i don't fucking care who judges me. And no one should care. What you do and don't let anyone get you dont over stupid shit its not worth it. I never let anyone get me down anymore. I know I'm prefect in my own way I am and nobody can tell me differently.