My story:
Hi.. im not gonna say my name because i dont want someone i know reading this.
Lets start at where my good memory started.. kindergarten. It was the year my parents divorced. I was only five and I was sat down and told by my mom that we, my mom, my two sisters, and I, were moving, without my dad. So we moved. I moved schools and being a little kid made lots of friends. I still visited my dad every second weekend and once a week for dinner. Then my mom met John. They met online and got together. A few months later, half way through second grade, we moved yet again, into Johns house. He had two sons, both older than me. At my new school I couldn't seem to make friends. It was halfway through second grade, everyone already had friends, and i was the weird one anyways. I went through the rest of elementary school with no friends. Then sixth grade came. It was my first year at middle school, a new start. I still visited my dad every second weekend. I made a bench o friends over the course of middle school, but none of them stayed friends with me very long. I started getting bullied in grade 6. By a few of the people that went to my elementary school. They pushed me around, made fun of me, and called me names. I hated it. By grade 7, I told my mom something I had been keeping secret for a while.. the fact my dad was sexually abusing my little sister, and verbally abusing me and my older sister. We stopped seeing him, and they battled at court for three years about child support. In grade 8, my older sister left. She told me that she wants me dead and then she moved away.. the my mom got sick. She went into the hospital for about 4 days and I had to stay at my grandparents.. it scared me a lot. Then cane grade 9. I was still getting bullied, if anything the bullying was getting worse, they openly mocked me in front of everyone, pushed me, threw spitballs at me, it was bad. I did, however, make a few friends. Again most of them didn't stay long, but a few of them did. About mid january that same year, my mom got sick again. She was in the hospital for 5 weeks. John said he'd rake care of us but he really didn't. I had to practically take care of my sister by myself for five weeks. By week four we had barely any food left. I started fasting so my sister could eat. We had to feed the cats macaroni because we didn't want them to die of starvation. We visited my mom a few times but it was very difficult. One of the times we were there, my mom wanted to talk to me alone. She told me she was most likely going to die. She told me what actually had happened the day she went to the hospital. About how she had a grand wall seizure and it caused hardening in her brain. Somehow, she survived. It was a miracle. But she wasn't the same.. she started loosing her temper really easily due to the brain damage. But hey she was home right? The next year, grade ten, everything went downhill. The bullying got even worse, i became really insecure and anxious. I started getting depressed. The first day of winter break.. I cut. I started cutting regularly, it took the pain away. Then my friends.. seemed to start pulling away.. it hurt. They said they liked me, but then they never would talk to me outside of school.. At this point I became suicidal.. and I almost attempted suicide too. This is the point im still at. Im still in grade ten. I dont know what to do.
