My name is lunaria . I am a 16year old with crippling depression and anxiety . This is my story .
It was October 12th that was when it first started . My dad came home drunk and was upset about some thing . He accidentally not me and found it satisfying all through the house you could hear my screams . " daddy stop !! Please . What did I do wrong ??? " that was ten years ago . My mom can't do anything about it . She dead .
At this point in life I am no longer afraid of death . In fact half of my scars are from me . I have so many that if I can't sleep I just count them . Also I have been on the verge of death several times but sadly I cannot die . My shitty life is still here . But only because of max . He is my best friend and without him i would be dead by now .
Right enough daydreaming. I have school . And though I am invisible there I still have to go .
Time skip to 3rd period (english)
"Class at the other end of this ruler is a idiot who doesn't even know who Donald trump is . " "first My name is lunaria . Second you don't know who Mary seacole is so you can shut the fuck up and 3rd I do know who he is he is the 26th President of the United States of America ... Who's the idiot know bitch ?" That was the first uptime I had spoken in ten years to anyone except max and dad . " OMG LUNARIA CAN TALK? ?? Also that was awesome bitch.
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fuck u
Teen FictionLife can be cruel . But what will happen when life gets even worse Just so you know this is my first story and I'm only 12 so please don't judge me 😁
