Story of a Suicidal Girl

Intro

Hi my names Sydney. This is my story of why I became suicidal. I'm your typical 17 year-old-girl but with more problems. I know you're all thinking "Ew not another one of these freaks!" And my favorite. "You're only seeking attention." Well both statements are wrong. I just want to get my story out there.

Chapter 1: Fun With Grandpa

Let's take a trip back to when I was 5 years old in Flordia. I had just came home to my mother. "Mommy can I go outside and go see grandpa?" I said. "Whatever, but don't take a long time. I need to be on the road before noon!" Mom said. I ran out the door while grabbing my chalk. Me and my grandpa loved playing hop-scotch. Anyway I ran around the corner to my grandpas office and knocked on the door. He opened it slowly then swung it open and picked me up and spun me around. "I've missed my sweet little Angle." He said. "Grandpa can we play hop-scotch?" I asked. "I would love too baby girl." He said with excitement. We went out side and I drew 6 boxes and he put the numbers. He grabbed some dice from his pocket and shuck them in his hand and let them land on the ground. "Well darn I got 2." He said in a silly voice. I giggled and picked up the dice as I watched him hop. I shuck the dice in my hand and let them fall to the ground. "I got six!" I said with a big smile on my face. I hoped 6 times and turned around and ran into his arms. "Great job baby girl, now let's go get some soda."

Chapter 2: The Terrible News

July 15th was finally here! I am finally 6 years old! I sat at the table smiling like a crazy person with my hair sticking up. I had all my family around me singing to me. It was the best day of my life! And even though my parents are divorced they got a long very good. My dad was remarried and my step mother treated me like gold. My mother was once married but her ex-husband would abuse us emotionally and physically. I can still remember when he ran over her legs with the car and when he put me in the dryer and left me in there until my mother came home. But besides that everything was going great! Well until November came around. It started getting colder so I didn't go to my grandpas a lot. I stayed with my father and his wife for awhile. One night before bed my father got a weird phone call. It was my grandmother on the phone screaming and crying. "He did it! Oh Kurt please come to the hospital." I heard her say to my father. "Who did what Peggy?" He said. "Daniel shot his self in the head! Hurry to the hospital and don't tell Sydney anything! She doesn't need to know this." She said to him crying. I heard a beep and my father turned around and picked me up in his arms and hugged me tight and cried and cried. "Daddy why are you so sad?" I said looking at him confused. He looked me with his eyes filled with tears and sat me down. "Baby something happened tonight, something bad, but I can't tell you right now. Just remember I love you." And just like that he was gone. Later on that night everyone came back to the house. They all looked sad and tired. My dad walked over to me and picked me up and sat me on his lap. "Baby, grandpa Daniel died tonight.. He killed his self.." And just like that my whole world came crashing down around me.

Chapter 3: Growing up at 6

Weeks past and things only got worse. My mother got into drinking all the time, day and night and laid around doing nothing. We ended up losing are house and we had to move in with my uncle and his 9 kids and his wife. Don't get me wrong, I loved my uncle and cousins and aunt but I never got the love and attention I needed. My mother laid in bed drunk. My uncle and aunt were always yelling at the other kids. Sometimes I got put in the corner for things I never did. It was time for me to grow up and take care of myself. Being six you would think I would be living a kid life. We'll your wrong; I would bath myself and get myself ready for school. I was always sweeping the floors and moping and doing dishes and doing laundry. I even had to cook to feed myself. One day I came home from school and I saw my mom on the phone. "I can't do this anymore. You need to come get her because I can't handle her no more." I heard her say. "Who are you talking to mommy?" I asked in a worried little voice. Every since my grandpa died I was scarred of the phone. I never wanted to go through that again. "Mind your own and go play." She said madly. I walked away but hid in a corner to listen in more. "Either you come and get her or else I'm sending her to her fathers or to a foster home." She said loudly. Maybe she wasn't talking about me. Maybe she was talking about Alyssa. Alyssa was my youngest baby sister. I always took care of her. I can't let mom send her away. "Okay I'll see you this afternoon then." She said as she hung up the phone. She turned around and looked at me. "Go pack your bags. Your grandma is coming to get you." She said coldly.

Chapter 4: The Big Move

I finally moved the last of my stuff into my new room. It was nicer then where I used to live after everything went bad. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge and there was so much food. I never seen so much food. I wasn't use to all this nice stuff anymore. We use to have nice things until mom sold everything for alcohol.