Prologue
October 5, 1959
Thirlwall. Jade Thirlwall to be exact. I've been bullied my whole life, you see. Everyone thought I was a worthless piece of crap. Everyone thought that a fun time was picking on me.
Heck, not even my parents give a damn about me. My own blood despises me. Ever since my brother, Karl, died two years ago they've been broken. I'm practically lonely.
No family and no friends.
Oh and yes, us Thirlwalls are a broken family of three.
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Right now I'm currently in a public bathroom at a diner down the road from my flat.
Drip
Drip
Drip
I watch as the blood from my wrist slowly falls on the toilet seat. Don't judge me. Life gets hard and you need to find a release. Everyone has their own little thing that helps them release all that hurt they keep inside.
Some drink until they pass out. While others eat or doodle. Or even drive and drive to God knows where, escaping their problems for a little while.
But if you ask me how I release all that hurt I keep inside, I cut. Yes, I self harm.
All I need is my wrist and a razor.
That's my life...so far
Hey loves! I started writing a Jadey Fanfic. Should I continue or naw?~mixerssalute1
