Scars

To start off, I'd like to tell you that my name is Phoenix. And I'm 17 years old. Here's how it all started. When I was 11, my parents divorced. Let's just back track a little bit, when I turned 5, my dad raped me the night of my birthday and it was terrible. He did it for 6 years straight. I told my Mum when I turned 7 that it had been going on and she thought I was lying for attention. At 8 years old, my best friends sister cut my hair and dyed it red. I thought it was beautiful. But I tell you this, the entire time of this, I cut my wrists, arms, legs, just everywhere. I always slept with the door locked and wore NOTHING that exposed my skin out in public. These cuts would then turn into scars. Personally, I think these scars make me look like a bad ass. I always tried to stop but it always started again. Now, I'm 17, with the cutest tiger cub named Jamie, and living with mum and Breeze (my 7 year old sister). Just, read for yourself.