Hi. I'm Spencer Claire. I'm 16, and I'm from Ontario, Canada. I'm 5'8" , and i have long brown Hair. I have also have brown eyes.
Let me tell you about my past life. My father died when I was 13 from Lung Cancer. After my fathers death, My mother lost herself in the bottles a bit.. She'd drink the world away everyday for at least a year. After awhile she was admitted to rehab. For the past two years I've been in and out of the hospital. For all the way from suicide attempts to self harm rehab. I live with my Grandparents now. My grandfather owns a few construction companies. Yes, we were rich, but we spent our money on things like food, bills, and clothes. We didn't spend our money on things we didn't need.
I've been naive ever since my mother was put into that hell hole they called The Eichen House. She didn't deserve to be in there. All she needed was help. Like me. Yes, I am depressed, but I know how to control myself. I plaster a smile on my face like everyone else. Except mine is fake. I also write songs. Music is kind of like an "escape place" for me.
I'm a singer. No one knows except for my family. My only dream is to become famous and sell out at Madison Square Garden. To be honest, I wanted people to hear my story, but I'm too scared. Scared I'll be rejected. I loved everything about writing music. I'm in love with the sound my guitars makes when my fingers slide across the strings . I'm in love with the sound of my pencil scratching against the piece of paper as I pour my heart out into lyrics. My whole life revolved around music. If it weren't for my love for music i'd have nothing to live for.
My life is what you call a living hell. Wouldn't yours be too if your parents were ripped away from you in just ta year or so? Wouldn't yours be too if the haunting thoughts of your father dying in front of your own eyes stick in your head for the rest of your life? Wouldn't yours be too if you had to plaster a fake smile on your face everyday while the people at school called you names for terrible past decisions ? Yes. It would be. But that's not my point. The point of this is to tell you my story. The story I've been dying to get off my shoulders for the past few years.
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Broken Glass//Shawn Mendes (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)
Fanfic"Spencer, I'm willing to give everything up for you. What ever you need, I'll give it to you. I promise... I won't hurt you..." Shawn trailed off as warm tears ran down his soft face. "Shawn... You won't be the one hurting me... It'll be the other...
