Scars Don't Heal Themselves (TomTord)

Writing

Tord POV

I have just finished helping my mom with bandaging her scars, bruises, cuts, and scrapes. But before I left I gave her a hug and a kiss on her cheek when she gave me my favorite pastel shirt.

I put the shirt on along with Jean shorts with fuzz in the bottom of it, a flower crown, my shirt was a long sleeve pink pastel shirt that slides off on my right shoulder.

I sighed as I got on my bed and looked through my side drawer, looking for my journal. I pulled it out and grabbed my pastel blue pencil. I sharpened it and began writing.

'Today was another miserable day once again. I was just sitting in my room, still in my pajamas while playing Riddle School. But that when I heard hits and yelling.

I turned my laptop off and tip toed downstairs. I saw my mom crying while my dad was yelling at her. I ran down our stairs and stood in front of my mom. But that resulted in me also getting hurt but it was mainly my mom who got hurt.

I helped my mom up and helped her bandage her injuries. I got my pink pastel shirt back.

Life is just awful and my life is just a mess, just like me, I'm also a mess. It all happened when my Aunt Kira passed away about. 2 years ago. My dad went through depression till he started drinking and using drugs.

It also got to the point where he started to abuse me and my own mom. He didn't hurt my sister, why? She never even went to college, so she's now 23 years old now and she still lives here.

I already had a slight sleep paralysis, but when my dad abused me and my mom, I entered depression and anxiety.

It has got even more severe over the years that went by. I'm also gay, my mom loves me for who I am inside. My family is all homophobic. I had a boyfriend for a while. Until I saw him cheat on me with some other boy.

He meant everything to me and I loved him to much. Seeing him cheat on me is just to heartbreaking. I was bullied for liking Pastel things and flower crown.

Nobody did anything about it. My mom was to busy working for our family, my dad drinking and stuff, my sister just texting people.

My life is a mess'

I finished writing and I hid my diary as I put my pencil down. I laid down on my bed as I wished my life was just a dream.  

Word count: 449