Lonely

Chapter 1

Hello! My name is Bella. Well, my full name is Annabelle Lexi Adams. But I prefer Bella. I wish my friends would call me like that, but I don't have any. I'm basically lonely and for the most people invisible.

I'm 17 years old and I live in Brisbane, Australia. I love to going on the beach or I spend my free time in library reading books. I don't like school. But who does? I also spend the time by watching different TV series or listening music. Basically, I'm always inside. You can barely see me outside. Well, these are activities which make me a bit happy.

Now what doesn't. I feel like my parents would be happier if I would never came to this world. They ignore me like almost all the time. And when they talk to me, they are always yelling. Their biggest problem is probably that, that I'm always closed in my room. I am the only child, so they don't have any other who they could be proud on.

I don't even have any friends. So when there are the times when I'm crying alone in my room and thinking about end it all, there is no one who I could talk to. There is no one who would cares about me. I never had any friends. I was always that kid back in the class who was always lonely.

Yeah, lonely. That's me. I don't even have Facebook. According to me it's just a waste of time. I have Twitter and Instagram, just because I'm following some celebs, writers and some really inspirational people here. That's my social life.

The other thing is, I never self harmmed. Why? Even when I'm depressed the most of the time, I can't. I'm not strong enough to cut my hands or any other parts of my body. I just can't. I also was thinking about killing myself, but I also couldn't do it. I don't know why. I was just thinking about how much my parents did for me and how I would just throw all of these things in the air. How much would be the funeral costs and the fact that they would need these money for something else. For something more important. Not wasting their hard earned money on my stupid funeral just because I can't handle myself. And this is the right reason why I'm still here.

Until now I didn't find the place where I would belong. I don't think I belong here. I thing God made a mistake when he send me here. Yes, I believe God exists. I used to tell myself there must be the reason why I am here. The reason why all of this is happening to me. But still can't find out. I don't have any ideas. I think I'm not important in this world. I think I was just a huge mistake. I am nothing.

AN: This story is based on my personal feelings and opinions. Not everything is true, but most of it is. You can agree or not. It's up to you. Thanks for reading.