I open my eyes and look at my clock it was 4am.. I tried to go back to bed but no use. I sat up thinking about the night before getting yelled at and getting hit..My dad was a drunk and my mom had died when I was 14. She had lung cancer and beat it once but it cane back again, and she died after 3 long, dreadful years of suffering.
I looked down at my arm and saw all my cuts and scars.. Last night I cut more than i usually do... My legs we all cut to.. I really don't have anything good to live for anymore..
My alarm clock went off and I had to get ready for school. I brushed my long dark brown hair and put on some makeup.. I picked out my clothes for the day; dark skinnies, my chemical romance tee, black beanie, and red vans. My chemical romance was the only thing I had to look forward to anymore..
My bandana around my left wrist hid my cuts, and also some foundation..
XxX tell me what you guys think of this style of writting, it seems more like the truth anymore than "falling in love" and everything..
QOTD- what's your favorite band?
AOFTQ- my Chemical romance.. I had to use them they saved me:) XxX
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Bad turns into good
Teen FictionSad, hurt, depressed, young bre dosent know what to do.. Her dad is the worst person in her life, he beats her and is a drunk.. But someone will come and save her and take her away from everythig bad.
