This is Me

3). Broken Pieces

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On the second week into Year 9, my life took a turn for the worst. My world shattered into millions of little pieces.

My parents split up and my heart was broken.

It's now 11 months later and I still don't think I will ever be the happy, bubbly, cheerful, carefree girl I once was.

I am made of broken pieces.

After that day I started getting even later for school and my self harming got even worse. I was trapped in my head full of negativity and fear and I was unable to get out.

The whole cycle started again but this time it was a hundreds times worse.

My school never supported me in any way. They just always said "Stop making a fuss! Loads of people's parents split so it's no big deal that yours have!"

By this time I had never felt so alone and no matter how scared an depressed and desperate for help I was, I had no on to turn to. I was completely alone.

I had lost most of my friends because I had either not told them how I was feeling, what was going on, an I didn't talk to them because I didn't want to pull them into my depression or, I did talk about it to them and they grew tired of me and thought I was boring and no fun.

My school never listened to me. They just told me to 'Get over it.'

I stopped talking to my mum because she was so fragile and unstable. It was like if you asked how she was, she would just break down crying for no reason.

After a few weeks I became scared to leave my mum. I was so worried because I kept getting the feeling that something bad was going to happen to her.

The later I was for school, the more detentions I got, and the school, even my own family, didn't believe me about my anxiety or depression.

I tried telling my school and my family that something was wrong but nobody believed me.

At school I would try to make myself just invisible and at home I would fake smile and pretend that everything was okay, and everyone believed my fake smile.

About three months later my mum was getting very stressed because of my lateness. I remember the school came up with this bazaar scenario that I was being late to punish my mum and that I was being so selfish and self centred. But why would I want to punish my mum?

The school knew nothing and they wouldn't listen.

So anyway, it was coming up to my sister's birthday and things had only got worse. It felt like I was falling in a dark hole an I just kept falling deeper and deeper into it.

On my sister's birthday I was getting ready and all my mum did was yell at me to hurry up and to stop being so selfish. My sister kept saying that I was the worst sister in the world an that she hated me. All I did was get ready and I felt like dirt under their feet. I had never felt so useless and weak.

It was coming up to Christmas and everyday that past broke me that little bit more. It was going to be our first Christmas without my Dad and I felt as though a piece of me was missing.

Christmas Day had never been so awkward. My Dad came to our house early in the morning so he could watch me and my sister open our presents. Later on my Grandma and Grandad came (my Dad's parents). My Nanna (my Mum's Mum) had stayed over Christmas Eve. I could feel so much tension as my sister and I opened our presents. I opened my presents with a fake smile on my face. I didn't want my family to see how hard this Christmas had hit me. I didn't want to ruin their day.

After my Dad left the tension lifted, but a part of me went with him. I just wanted to be alone.

(A/N: You were all put on this earth because you are strong enough to live your life.

Rules are made to be broken,

Boundaries are made to be pushed,

Problems are made to test us,

Lives are made to be lived.

Don't let anyone dictate how you live!)

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