Broken Curse

Broken Curse

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I watched the flames as they crackled and screamed as tears were pooling down from my eyes. I could feel the numbing heat blow at me, as I stood there and watched flames swallow my home.. Err what's left of it anyways. No knows how the fire started. Except for me. My mom she.. hates me and so she poored gasoline around the inside and outside of the house. I guess she must of went back to get something but got trapped because somehow the house, that held all of my childhood memories, the good, the bad and the in between, caught a flame. As for my dad well he left when I was eight and had tried to get back into my life when I was around ten, my mom wouldn't let him though and of course she blamed his absence on me. While she sorrowed herself with alcohol and crying herself to sleep. Till one day she snapped and..I guess that day, was today, I always knew this would happen---well maybe not exactly like this. I figured she'd just end up kicking me out or me running away, some cliche story like that. Guess not. Oh well. I guess it's time for me to start over. So I might as well introduce myself to whom ever may listening. I'm Cassidy but people call me Casey. I have Raven black hair and pale greyish-blue-sometimes-black-eyes. I'm 5'11. And today is my fourteenth birthday. Insert sarcastic "yay" here.
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Loneliness. Depression. Broken. Scared. Devastated. Hopeless. Mournful. Disheartening. Bleak. Joyless. Somber. I have no one. Depression and Loneliness are the only things I feel. My family tries to make me happy, but I just put on a fake smile and cry about it in my room. They act like everything is alright, but everything is not. They KNOW I was devastated about Mom's murder. They KNOW I was heartbroken about Dad's sickness that eventually killed him. That's all I've thought about. Devastation and heartbroken. Just because of those two things. Never in my life I have been this devastating. Dayton, Hayden, Angel, or Monica know how to make me truly happy. Not even my own siblings know how to make me show a real smile. Suicide is all I can think about day to day and I've almost died because of that. DEPRESSION IS A REAL THING. NO ONE KNOWS HOW I FEEL EVERYDAY. NO ONE CAN JUDGE OTHERS ABOUT DEPRESSION OR EVEN MAKE JOKES ABOUT IT BECAUSE ITS A REAL THING. DEPRESSION HAS KILLED PEOPLE. EVERYONE IN MY LIFE JUDGES ME JUST BECAUSE I DON'T SMILE, LAUGH, HUG, OR DO ANYTHING NORMAL PEOPLE DO. I CUT MYSELF, I CRY, I YELL, I VENT, I PUSH PEOPLE OUT OF MY LIFE. Those are the things people are worried about me. "Go kill yourself and join your parents in hell." They say and I just shrug it off and find a private place to hide and cry it out. "I CAN'T DEAL WITH LIFE ANYMORE!!!!" I say and I use my sharp nails and cut myself then cry some more. A gun is buried within my arm for defense from my dad, but I use it in case I am tired of society. Then that's when I met the Host Club. They saw my sadness and made me a part of it to repay my debt for accidentally breaking a vase. I am now a Host for men to flatter them, but how can normal guys want me to be a Host when I wear lip earrings, eyeliner, chains, and have a gun in my arm? I'm the definition of Hell. Then he made me smile again, something that I thought I would never get back. Happiness.

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