Let Me Help You

Let Me Help You

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"You can't tell me what to do, you're not my mother!" I screamed at my best friend. After she stormed out I felt like screaming out of pure frustration. My life was falling apart and it was all my fault. It was my fault my mother got cancer, my dad abused us, my best friend left me. I couldn't take it anymore. I took a beer bottle from the kitchen counter and smashed it onto the hardwood floor. My hands started to bleed from the broken glass. By this point I was sobbing my eyes out. I slowly collapsed to the floor, sitting down while crying my eyes out into my hands. Then I felt these large, strong hands wrap around my waist picking me up gently. A boy's voice softly whisper into my ear. "Let me help you."
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This is a bio about me and what I went through as a child. You see I was abused not just by both parents but my whole family. I know you guys probably heard about all of this before but I want to write this. It will help me forget about my past and let me move on. I was suicidal and I wanted to give up but I didn't. So this is a story of what happened before Ways To Stop Bullying and after it. Journey with me when you see the hell I went through and how I made it out to be the person I am today. To be honest this is something that scares me more than anything in the world by writing this. But I want to and need to. To be warned it will get ugly and it might not look that bad to most people who probably had it worse than me. But this isn't why I'm writing this to get sympathy I'm writing this so I can finally move on and say. I done this I lived through it. I doubt anyone would read this and if they do I doubt many will but I don't care I'm writing this for me and if it helps others? I'm glad so I don't know what else to say so this is all.

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