Everyday I was scared to come home. My father accepted me for who I was because a couple of weeks before I told my parents that I'm lesbian.
Well, my mother acted like she cared, but on my dad's business trip three days later, she screamed at me and locked me in my room so I couldn't eat. She came in every once in a while, but only to pull my hair and beat me.
Well, she did this for a whole month and she did start feeding me, two pieces of old moldy bread. Then my dad died from cancer. So it got worse.
I ran away and I've been staying at my friend's house for about a month now.
So there's my back story...😅
Btw this is all true.
Also my friend that I'm staying with is ChildOfTheDxrk ! You can thank her for me being still alive 😂 lol
Here some songs I like..
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YOU ARE READING
The Outsode Is Different From The Inside
Short StoryLife Stories Anyone? - My friend told me to write out my thoughts so I would feel better. Thank you for the idea @childofthedxrk