The Foster Home ( Nash Grier fanfic )

Hi my name is Kenna and I am 15 years old, 5'5, I have hazel eyes, long blonde hair, and im depressed.
My parents do drugs and they beat me all the time.

I walked downstairs to get a can of Arizona Tea, and sat down at the kitchen table on my phone. My best friend Shanna knew what my parents do to me and what they do in general. I was on instagram looking through my notifications and just like always nothing, nobody.

My parents dont care about me at all because if they did they would know that I cut. I slipped my phone in my back pocket and walked upstairs while sipping on my tea. I slowly slugged to my room and sat on my bed, I let out a loud sigh and started to cry. My existence is a waste of space.

I slowly got up and walked to my bathroom and got out my razor when all of a sudden my phone started ringing. It was Shanna. I just ignored it and put it back in my pocket. I slid the blade down my wrist and thighs several times. I heard cop sirens and I blacked out.