I was only 5 when depression hit me. I was so, sad. My parents fought every single day. My mom decided to move. She thought nothing about me, and just left. She didnt bring me with her, she didn't even say goodbye..
As I grew up, my dad didn't like me so much. It's like, he never cared. He never asked how was my day, or even said hello. He, abused me. I never thought of him like that. He was always drinking too. Now that I'm older, he has stopped. But i'm still scared it will happen all over again. I still stayed in contact with my mom. But, its only every 6 years. Honestly. Those girls saved me. I never knew that would happen.
I am officially in my junior year. I still get abused, occasionally. But who knows what this world is filled of? Mysteries and Truths to unfold. Am I right?
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Popular But Broken
Non-FictionEliza wants to be a happy, normal popular girl. She can't, she has a life, but you'll be shocked on what life, she has... (Based On A True Story)
