Loved

My story.

Jasmine pov; (Point of view)
Hey, I'm Jasmine. Everyone thinks I'm a happy girl... But I'm really not. I act as if I'm happy but frankly that's a lie. The reason I'm like this is because of my past.

This is my story;
Since I was 3 I haven't had a father. He left my mother on the night of their wedding day. He's such a prick. I never even see him. Now and then he will send a card but that's only for my birthday and Christmas nothing else. I don't know why he left, but even if he has a good reason I'll still hate him forever.

Soon after my ninth birthday my mother died. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. She was my everything, the only person in the world I actually cared about. As soon as my aunt told me I was in tears. I ran to my room and tried to commit suicide. I took 60 tablets of all kinds and ended up in hospital for 2months.

After I came out I had to live with my aunt and uncle. Well there basically my parents. Ever since my mother died I have never been the same. I barely smile, I'm never happy and all I do is cry. Every night I would lay in my bed and think '

Why couldn't I save her?'

'Why wasn't I there to tell her to not drive and talk on the phone?'

I wish I could have warned her. Every night I cry my self to sleep and think the same thing over and over again. I try to stop crying but I just can't stop the tears from escaping my eyes.

When I was 11 things got worse. I know it doesn't seem possible, but it did. I had no friends. No close friends. Everyone bullied me and I don't even know why? I don't actually know what I done wrong. Everyday I would sit alone at lunch just listing to my music trying to make myself happy, but it never seemed to work.

There was one guy who would talk to me outside school but totally ignore me otherwise. 'Fake friendship'

But I'm so thankful for my aunt Jackie and uncle Brady. I don't know where I would have been without them.

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