As I run to the corner for safety I found it harder to continue on. Why am I doing this? I wouldn't have originally have signed up for this if I knew. The grenade went off and I ran. The debris was going to hurt me, I didn't want to deal with that. Nothing was going to hurt, or so I said, but I just wanted people to think that. All of it hurt me. Nobody knew that and I wanted it to stay that way. I was probably one of the most hurt people in this ground. Debris of words and bullets of crumpled papers that were penetrating my skin and thoughts to do more damage than any real damage my parents can do. The mental abuse and therapy was a recurring cycle of depression and bullying. But I did it all for the happiness of my living factors of my parents. Their "unbreakable plan" for my success. Settle down with millions from hard labor and my beautiful wife. But I didn't want any of that. I wanted to write books and settle down with whoever I loved. I've have thought about this long and hard and I always knew I was different growing up. But not until I was 12 I knew what that was. I never told anyone about this but rumors get spread around and things are said. But with all the secrets I had to face my fears from the bullying and pressure. It was an army of my town vs me.
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Teen FictionIn these written depressed walls to only be attempted to be draw down one cant find light. As deeper is being dawn down into the hole of depression with many attempts to be out one found his true love. Flirting with him and putting on a character, h...
