How I Commited Suicide

Intro

Re-Edited.

Hi. My name is Zanna. I'm 17 years old and I have a little sister who's 10 years old and an older brother who's 18 years old. My sister's name is Alice and my brother's name is Kevin. Me and my siblings all have different dads and my dad died 6 months before I was born. He commited suicide by hanging himself with his pants, in his prison cell. Tragic, I know. But I never really had much feeling or emotion toward him since I never met the dude. My little sister's dad was just a one night stand type of thing, so we don't really know who her dad is. And my older brother's dad isn't really in our lives too much. He's been the only dad-figure thing in my life but I don't think of him as my own dad. Our mom is always out, going to bars and stuff, getting drunk. If she ever comes home, it's usually around 3 or 4 am, depending on how heated the argument is with me, my brother, and sister.
I'm not the best person in the world and I don't really give a shit. Kevin has a group of friends that he calls his "Squad" and I hang out with them pretty much everyday and have a slight crush on one of them. I've known Alex since I was like 4 or 5. There are: Alex, Kevin (my brother), Thomas, George, Nolan, and Emilio.
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The squad.

I always hang out with them and I'm pretty much a part of their squad since I'm with them all the time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/n from the future: Hey y'all, I'm inconsistent and just coming back to this story years later. I'll be trying to get a chapter up every once in a while. Most of this story is fictional, some parts will be true feelings I have, and some parts are purely just for entertainment. You can tell by the title that this won't be the happiest thing to read and if you've stumbled across this story; there is self harm and mention of it, there's abuse, drugs, alcohol. I just want to let y'all know that if you're feeling down, there's other people who understand, I understand. Shit happens and it's okay to feel the things you feel, you need to feel those emotions sometimes. The trials and tribulations of life may be difficult, but they're not impossible. I know none of y'all know me but trust me on this, I really do get it. The first few chapters here are a little rough since I wrote it years ago but I've tried to edit them a little bit to my liking, so with that; Enjoy the story!

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