A warm breath on the back of my neck is the only feeling I could feel besides fear. "You're okay, you're okay." My boyfriend whispers into my ear. I laid on the bathroom floor with him holding me, knowing how hurt he'd be. My vision suddenly got blurry, and my the sound of his voice saying "stay with me" started to fade. Eventually everything went blank. In case you were wondering, my name is Kristina Browning. I am 13 years old, I have long red/brown hair and greenish blue eyes. I have the love of my life his name is Michael Adkinks. My life seems like every teen girls average life. It's really not, my life is screwed up. My mom and dad fight all the time, they hardly ever say a word to me, which sometimes it isn't that bad. If I go to school I get talked about, stared at, called names, pointed at just because I have my own opinion. What people don't understand is that I am a person to, I have feelings just like everyone else. Let's just started this story from yesterday morning.
