Depression, abuse & Self harm.

Jacobs death

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I'm so sorry that I haven't updated In about a week but have been really busy. Make sure to let me know what you think about the book in the comments!!!

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P.s the next update will be on the 3rd of September.

"He's dead", I ask.

I already know the answer but I dont think that it has hit me yet.

I am crying uncontrollably, I can feel my chest getting tighter, I can't breath properly, "somebody help me", I try to say.

All of a sudden I feel my eyelids getting heavier, I feel light headded, and then every thing goes black.

"NEXT DAY"

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

I wake up too blinding lights, i look around and I see dad. "Hey dad."

"Hi baby girl, how are you feeling?"

"Okay, where's mum?"

"She's just gone to the café to get some coffee.

Speak of the devil, Just then mum walked in, and like I thought, she was angry with me.

"Mum you can't stay angry at me forever!"

She just ignored me. I was so sick of her acting so childish, I know it was basically my fault that Jacob died but she can't blame me for that my whole life. Just then The nurse came in and told me that I will be able to go home tomorrow.

Yes, I was thinking to myself.

"NEXT DAY"

"Good morning paris, you are ready to go home now."

"Thankyou!"

Dad came to pick me up, I was kind of nervous about going home. I wasn't sure how she was going to react, nor what She would say.

We got pulled in the drive way and I started to get really nurvous. Dad told me that he was going to go grocery shopping, he told me that every thing would be okay and away he went. "Bye", I yelled.

I walked in and I walked up to mum and gave her a hug.

"GET OFF OF ME!", she screamed.

I had never seen her so angry before.

Just then I fell to the floor as I felt a terrible sting on my left cheek. "Mum, stop!!!", I yelled.

She picked me up and threw me at the wall.

"IT WAS YOUR FAULT! YOU KILLED JACOB."

She kept continually slapping me for the next minuite.

I was bleeding, I had bruises on me and welts forming from where she slapped me. I one again was crying uncontrollably. Just as mum was walking towards me again the door opend.

Dad was home...