This is my Past

My Life

I am a fifteen year old girl born in Vegas, December 21, 1999. I am currently in the ninth grade. And this is my story.

My parents didn't want another child, they already had one and they thought that was enough. I was an accident.

My dad was an alcoholic. He was an abusive alcoholic. He had started to drink when he was twelve years of age. He stopped when he about twenty-five years of age when my mother kicked him out for a couple of weeks until he stopped drinking.

After he stopped drinking, we had a happy little family. We had fun. We danced around the living room with the music turned up all the way.

But when I was four and my older sister was five, we moved away because our house was broken into for the second time that year. And my mother had another kid. He was less than a year of age when we moved for the first time.

We moved away to a little town called Overton in Nevada. My little brother spent most of his life in the hospital. He was born without an immune system. We all thought that he was gonna die. I never visited him though because I didn't know any better and I have always been scared of hospitals.

My brother only ever got worse because when he was home the neighbors always had fires going on and he also had asthma. So it became very difficult for him to breath.

So we moved away for the second time. We moved to another small town called Parhump also in Nevada.

Life in Parhump was much better than in the other two places that we lived.

We were all much more happy there than anywhere else. We all had friends and my family was together  much more often.

We lived happily there until there were school shootings. I was in the first grade while my older sister was in the thrid grade. My little brother wasn't yet in school. We were both terrified. There were school shootings, bom threats and kids getting beat up all the time.

So we moved again. This time we moved to another small town in Lytle Ranch also in Nevada.

My family was happy there as well. My parents even had another kid. A girl this time though.

The only problem was that I was always bullied at school. My sister became popular with tons of friends. I became the outcast. No one ever talked to me or hung out with me until this one girl started to go to that shool and we became bestfriends.

But when we hit the third grade, she moved away and so did I.

My family decided to move to another small town in Nevada called Moapa. My mother had another little girl. So now she have four girls and one boy to take care of.

That is were the trouble began again. I started getting bullied even worse than before and my dad became abusive towards me again. I grew distant and apart from everyone else. I never talked. I never left my room. I never ate. I was terrified of the man that my father had became. But I was happy that he never went after my other four siblings.

It was then that I found music to be my best escape from this word. From reality. My life was always perfect when I had my music on.

When I went to fourth grade, the abuse and bullying still went in. When I was in the fifth grade, he only sometimes hit me, but the bullying got worse.

At the end of fifth grade we move yet again to another small town in Nevada called Warm Springs.

It was the same as the begining of fifth grade. I was rarely every hit at that time but I was also bullied at that school.

The bullying continued in the sixth and seventh grade as well as the occational hits. I even started to self harm in the sixth grade because I couldn't take all the pain.

But at the end of the seventh grade we mived again to another small town in Nevada called Logandale.

I was bullied there as well as being occationally hit by my dad. The bullying still occurred in the eighth and ninth grade though.

I am still bullied to this day with the occational hits from my dad. Just in November of 2014 though, I was put into a mental hospital because I attemped suicide.

I am now on meds and I have some friends. I am a much happier person, but I still self harm. I am doing my best to stop though. It's just difficult because it has now become an addiction.

I am a fifteen year old girl who has a rough past that you now know about, and that was my story.