Warning: this begging has a disturbing start dealing with suicide. If you don't want to hear it don't read it.
He threw another punch as I fell to the ground crying out in pain.
"Stop p-please." I stammered. A kick in the stomachs forced me to black out from the misery of my father.
*the next morning*
I wake up on the floor caked in blood. I force myself to get up even though it hurts like hell. I wake to my room to get ready for school. When I enter the room the first thing I see is words spray painted on my wall saying "no child of mine is transgender". Tears roll down my cheeks and I just can't take this anymore. I get my rope out and tie it to the fan and get the chair from my desk. I stand on the chair putting the rope around my neck. It will be better once your gone. Just don't think. And with that I kick the chair back and the rope tightened around my neck. I can't breathe.
Then the world goes black.
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Its My Life
RandomA story about struggles many people face and people need to know they aren't alone. There are multiple characters and each one of them are facing similar but different battles. Enjoy ❤️
