Once again coming home from school to my drunk father passed out on the couch. He didn’t even remember my name when I opened the door.
“Get me more drinks, kid” my father aggressively shouted
That’s all he’s ever said to me. Never had I once heard him say, “I love you.” At least not for the past couple of years.
So I ran up to my room afraid of what he was capable of doing to me, I had locked myself in my room which is probably going to be the same routine every day afterschool.
I sat there and found out how to interest myself… it was probably not the best or healthiest thing that I have done before but it was the only thought I had come to my mind… the only thought that was depending on me to do. So I rolled up my sleeve and carefully took a razor to glide smoothly across the surface of my wrist. I watched the blood flow slowly down my arm. As my tears covered my face.
Again I had no one with me, no one there for me, no one to comfort me, or to tell me to do better I was… Alone.
All of a sudden I heard my phone buzz. I reached over to get it. It was Mia.
Mia: hey u wanna meet up with me and some guys later??
Me: where?
Mia: we can go to the woods near my house I’ll bring a bottle
Me: a bottle for what?
Mia: spin the bottle silly what did u think it was for?
Me: oh suree I guess I can come how many more people will be there?
Mia: just me u and 2 guys
Me: what guys???
Mia: chill just my boyfriend nick and his friend, jake he’s cute too don’t worry
Me: fine I’ll be there so should I come to ur house first
Mia: yah come over at 7
Me: okay!
I hope this is going to end ok. I don’t even know these people. This may be kind of awkward.
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It’s now 6:45 so I made sure that I wore a long sleeve sweatshirt to cover my bruises.
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When I got to Mia’s the boys were already there. Her mom greeted me with a hug and a kiss. It was kind of awkward. So Mia shouted to her mom that we were leaving now. Her mom asked where we were off too. Mia answered, “does it matter!” I thought to myself finally for once didn’t feel quite alone. I felt happier.
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Teen FictionThis is my story about a girl who is depressed, Keira, is her name. Her mother had passed away when she was 4, so therefore she stays with her dad. But she definitely doesn't like the idea of being around him. He drinks and goes out too much... he's...