Cry it out

My name is...well...you wouldn't care...I go by Kitsu around here. I'm fifteen, but I've been through a lot. My past is just..the past...but I'd like to get the story out...

You could say this is a memoir..or even an ongoing life story...but I just...plan to get this off my chest. I can't keep holding it in, bottling up the pain...can I?

I'll start with my past, telling main events of my life in chapters, or simply sections. I, first, must make this clear. I do not want your pity! I just want to get this out! Ugh...j-just read...

Tap tap tap...Keyboard keys clicked...

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"Entry 1"

"My father left me at the age of two, using the typical 'I am not ready' excuse. I never really cared, but I constantly question what my life would have been like if he never had done so. I was raised by my stepfather, Jim, whom abused me and my mother, both physically and emotionally. He's the reason I'm so broken, the reason I cut, the reason I question why I haven't already killed myself. I honestly have thought about it, but I'm not about to satisfy that bastard by being the failure he said I was."

The sound of a notification echoed throughout the pitch-black room. She sat up, smiling at the screen.

"Ah, that's my cue! I'm off! Entry one, end." She turned the monitor off, flicking on the lights. She had shoulder length, dark chocolate-brown hair, streaked with blond highlights. Her eyes were a piercing grey, gold rims trimming the edges of the faded orbs. She wore a black hoodie, teal cat eyes on the chest that were accompanied by a zipper-mouth. Her jeans were tattered, ripped, and faded, which expressed her lack of care. She yawned, pulling off her hoodie. Scars, as well as several fresh wounds, were scattered along her left arm. She was a cutter, trying to heal her emotional pain with physical pain. She hid them beneath her sleeves, making sure as to keep them secret. She looked at the clock. "Ten to eleven...I've got to get some sleep..." She yawned again, changing into her sleepwear and laying in her bed. "Goodnight, fuck up." She whispered to herself, closing her eyes and dozing off.