My "Family"

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In one of my earlier rants, I said that I would save my depressing life story for another time. This is that time.

I am many things in my family. I am the useless bitch with an attitude that nobody likes. Usually, I am reduced to being the families bitch. I get clawed, spit on, flipped, punched, kicked, yelled at, beaten with bamboo sticks, threatened with wolverine claws, and nearly cut with knives almost all of the time.

I used to have a therapist for family issues at my school. Then, she called CPS on my family, and I wasn't allowed to talk to her anymore. In Tennessee, I had a "friend" whose mother sent a false report to CPS saying that my dad molested my sister and I, and I wasn't allowed to socialize with my neighbors ever again.

When I was younger, I would almost get my wrists broken, because I would sing. I would almost get beaten by my brother for trying to give him a hug. I wasn't allowed to be excited, or I would be punched in the face. I would also have fake friends that would abandon me. Right before I moved to California, my "friends" actually attacked me.

After I moved to Calofornia, I went to the worst school of my life. I don't want to say what happened while I was ther, but by the time I switched schools, I no longer had any emotions left except hatred, anger, and depression. It got to a point to where I wanted to commit suicide and watch the whole entire school as it burst into flames while everyone was in it. I didn't burn it down, though. I actually did stab a few people with pens, because they pissed me off so much.

I think I am done for now, so bye y'alls.

~Wolfanna

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