I wasn't troubled I swear I wasn't, I just got involved with the wrong things. I was addicted to cutting and prescription drugs. It started out just one cut, what could it hurt? Then it turned to my arms being covered. Then suddenly that wasn't enough anymore. And suddenly suicidal thoughts started. It was easy to ignore at first, but it grew harder and harder to not cut. So that's hen the drugs started, thy where easier to hide because they weren't shown in my body. The drugs made it better, even if only for a moment. The one day, mom came in. She started going brought my drawers and I could't stop her. She thought she would only find a knife or razor. But she found three big orange pill bottles. She cried for a long time. My dad died two years ago from suicide and I was all she had left. My older brother left for collage back in the fall. He hated it here ever since dad died, but he came back after mom told him about my problems. As you can imagine, he's kind of my father figure now. He always was there for me more then my real dad was, but I still loved my dad and I missed him a lot. But Kris always treated me more like his daughter then a sister. Sure he had those sweet brotherly moments like everybody else had, but mainly he was my father. Usually. I was sitting in my room when he came home. He didn't even knock or anything but that didn't shock me. He never did. He threw his arms around me. I wanted him to think I was strong, that was hard to do when he knew too much about me to look at me like he did when I was younger. He looks at me now like he was afraid to break me. He was taller then me at 6"2'. I was only 5 even. We had the same dark black hair and bright green eyes and built with the same tiny figure. The way he looked at me broke my heart. It was almost like he was disappointed in me or something. I couldn't Look at him the same way I could before because he treated me like I was broken now. I buried my head in his chest and started to cry. "I'm scared." He whispered against my hair. My shoulders started to shake and I was crying harder now. Me too. I thought.
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I'm new to Wattpad and this is my first story EVER so sorry if it sucks (: and Kyla is pictured to the side (:
