I grew up being told I didn't matter. I was pushed around beaten, abused, and hurt. I went through that for sixteen years of my life before I packed my stuff and ran away. I went to live with my best friend Xavier...But things were only worse there then at home. His parents always drank...They nearly ran me over going a good fifty miles an hour. They threw things and didn't care if they hit me or not. So I ran again. I ended up living anywhere there was shelter...under a bridge, in an abandoned train car, junk yards, run down houses or amusement parks. I would always cut myself...I guess I thought that made me feel better...But I always felt worse.
My name is Phoenix Murrel and I am...Unloveable. Or so I was always led to believe, I was always told by one person who cared that "It takes a special person to love you Pheonix." Thats the only loving thing I have ever heard and its the only loving thing that sticks in my head still today.
Between cutting myself and all the harsh words ever spoken to me...Im considered a dark person. The words that always were thrown at me were:
Freak, Burden, Mistake, Disgrace, Waiste of time, Unwanted, and Unloved.
This is the story of how I went from Unloveable...To the complete opposite.
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Unloveable
Teen FictionThe struggles of a teenage boy who spends his whole life feeling hated and unloved until the day he turns twenty-three he meets a beautiful young twenty-two year old girl who falls in love with him. She treats him like only three people have.
