Miah

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Hey my names Miah. I am a 17 year old girl who nobody understands. My parents died in a car crash when I was 6. I have no real blood siblings. The people who adopted me look nice but really they are not. They have a son, Jai. He is the worst person ever. He has this thing where he blames me for making his life horrible, when truly his life is the best I could think of. His parents are nice too him, he has a good paying job, he has a licence, a car, a huge house, tons of food, and any game system and game he wants. The thing he blames me for is him not having a Girlfriend. He says people don't want to date him because of me, because I'm a freak.


Some things you may want to know. How am I a freak? Well I am one of those people who hang out by themselves. I don't know how to make friends. I'm not very friend-like. But I mean if they knew my story they would maybe understand. I am the type of girl you would see outside at lunch smoking a cigarette or two, having black skinny jeans, a band tee with a hoodie over it. I do have a few friends. They are the druggies of the school. Yes, I do also smoke pot but who doesn't in today's society?


Today's the first day back for school. Its my Junior year, Jai is in his Senior year. I cant wait till my Senior year because I am going to graduate and then move as far away as I can from everyone that I know. Well Now you know a bit of me, but you don't know the worst part yet. I have been getting beat since I was adopted at the age of 8. They beat me for not doing chores or not eating all my food. They starved me at times and when I got older I didn't eat at all. I became anorexic and bulimic. I still am and I am now addicted to many other bad things like smoking, drugs and cutting. When I first cut it was because of the worst beating ever.


Carl, my adoptive father, came home drunk and I was in the kitchen doing the floors. He pushed me over and started punching me. It was last year. I was put in the hospital almost died...kinda wish I did. But they told the doctors that I was attacked by a gang of guys when I was walking to my friends house. Well know you know my story. Judge me or not. I just hope I can get through this year.

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