Locked Inside!
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Hi I'm ally I'm 14 years old.
My mom passed away 4 years ago so it's just me my dad and my brothers and Margret who's supposably going to be my new mom in 6 months.
I have sever depression and it's hard to handle.
The cutting is worse the suicidal thoughts are worse and the voices are getting stronger?!
My dad ends up finding out and puts me in a placement of Menatl Hospital and I was locked up and I can't leave unless I'm ready to or if they think I'm ready.
But can I ESCAPE??!!
⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️
13+ EXPLIT ❗️
(Strong language)
If you aren't triggered of wording of cuts and suicidal you may read but if you can't then please don't read
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