Fighting for my love

1~ him

Pain. Pain everywhere, on my legs, head, feet, stomach. My name is Hope, I am not hopeful, and here is a little bit about me. I'm only 16 and I am a orphan, my dad killed himself when I was 9 years old. And my mother overdosed. I am shy, I don't like people. I don't get how teenagers believe in theirselves, Cause I don't.

I wake up in pain. I take my knife and stick it into my bag, you know just in case if bitches want to be attacked. Everyday I have to go to Foster Camp, just because my school forces me to do it. I meet parents all around the world, they look like paedophiles to me. Today I met a Foster Brother, he took me to his house and forced me to have sex with him. His parents were gone, and I was drunk. The school later found out and I was off from Foster Camp for a year. I soon went back to school and something distracted me. It was him, James. Girls were staring at him making me anxious. I made a fist in my hand and my nail marks were printed onto my hand. I had to kill them.