Fate Is My Pain

Fate Is My Pain

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We always ask ourselves one question when we are faced with a horrible situation,"why me".What do you mean by why me? Have you ever thought that maybe somewhere there are people a worse situation compared to yours, well in this story you'll find out that there are people who suffer but never complain because they don't have the right to. In a normal situation no parent would blame you for the problems that come after your birth but,for Alexandria Mahone,she lives everyday day of her life blaming herself for everything,her parents fights,the death of her only friend and worst of all for being different. Different how is the question "It's all because of you, you were a stubborn little foetus,why you just leave when I tried to abort you,now can you see the pain you're putting me through,I WISH YOU WEREN'T BORN."My mother said,I could see the anger in her eyes,she does hate me........ In this story,Alexandria tries her best to over come hate,jealousy and most of all pain and maybe in the process find the love that she has written about and hoped for.
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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