My name is Allison Hill, If I had friends they would call me Alli, but I don't. I cut myself almost every day because of my depression. My mother was my best friend. She died when I was 7.... cancer. It was the worst thing that could ever happen to me. After her death, my father became an alcoholic. He started to abuse me when I turned 8 calling me awful names, like, b*tch, w*ore, and telling me I'm a worthless piece of shit, and I should never speak again. So I don't. When he'd abuse me, he'd use anything he could find to hurt me with. I'm 16 years old now. I have bruises and scars on every part of my body because of him. On my 11th birthday he got me a present... a blade. I wonder why. Probably so I could kill myself with it, so he wouldn't go to jail for murdering his daughter. I use the blade everyday though. I have cuts in my wrists, arms, thy, even my feet from the blade. At school I wear hoodies and leggings every day. I have long dark brown hair and crystal blue eyes from my mother. Once I usually get home from school I have to clean the house, do dishes, and make supper for my so call father. Then I wait at the front door for him to get home from work. Once he gets home he slaps me arse and touches me. I hated it every time. After he does that he eats the food I made him he comes over to where I'm standing and beats the living hell out of me. Once he is satisfied he lets me up stairs. I limp to the bathroom and locked the door. I took of my shirt and saw more gashes, scars, and bruises. I got in the shower and washed off all of my blood. When I was done I went to my room, it's already 2 am I didn't go to sleep cause I have to wake up at 4, I basically sat on my bed for 2 hours waiting for time to go by. It's 4, i threw on my black hoodie and black leggings with worn out sneakers and pulled up my hood (as always). I ran down stairs (still in pain) and made breakfast for my dad and cleaned the dishes from
supper last night.
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THE GIRL WITH THE HOODIE
Dla nastolatkówI was seven when my mother passed away....cancer.... my father started to be abusive when I turned 8. I don't really talk to anyone I have no friends I'm bullied and I have a crush on the bad boy.... Jason steel.... but like everyone in school likes...
