suicide storys

This is my story

heyy im jasmine. everyone calles me Queen.....

my story is diffrent. it s weird. but in the end confusing.

here it is

It all started at age six. everything was perfect in my eyes, my parents never faught, they always spent time with my sister n I. one day that all changed. my dad was working alot to keep my mom happy. my mom was here and there. finally it pushed my dad over head....... my dad had took my sister n I out the eat. when we came home my moms car was in the drive way.. my dad told my sister n I " girls I love you with all my heart. and no matter what happens with your mom i know she loves you too." he gave us a kiss then said "ill be right back dont move" we stayed in the car. we heard everything. the yelling. the cries for help. the terror in my dads screams. the punching my dad did. my dad told us to stay, I had to go in to get my sisters and I clothes, backpacks for school but mostly our special animals (yes I know thats weird but if we didnt have it we cried or we couldnt sleep) with my sister alseep I went in and when I heard my parents come closer I hid. in my hall closet. I had found a sharp peice of glass (broken glass) and it was in my hand. I loved the pain it brought me. 08/23/2002. my first cut. I heard my parents in the hallway and when my dad punched the wall one final time. I screamed. my dad opened the closet door and found me. his face went from hurt and anger to sorw and pain. he picked me up and my sisters and i's emergency pack. (it already had clothes and a smaller version of our bears). he put me back in the car. got in the drivers seat and started to break down. my sister and I had no idea what happened all we knew was that our daddy was hurt.

*FOUR HOUR'S LATER*

my dad. my sister. and me all in a one bedroom apartment with no idea on my moms where abouts. "babygirls I love you and no matter what happens I know your mother loves you too. its going to be hard without her but we will get through it together I promise." my sister had a shy attitude after but me all I could do was cry cry and cry.

ever since that day we went back and forth back and forth. it was hard. can you imagine one day you have two parents and the next day you only have one or not even have them at all?

with no one there to actually watch my actions I started to cut when my oarents finally noticed I would say It was a cut from school... I always cried in class.... I had no friends... but mostly I was the girl with cuts no one wanted to be friends with me. I started lying. I started to steal. my parents put me in theropy. middle school came. I was still alone. no friends. no one to talk to. still had theropy. but only difference was when I started to taking medication. I was dignosed with bulima. anxiety. and. depression.