My Death In A Scarlet Letter

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people think they know me I have what every  family wants a rich mom and dad and the perfect life being the popular girl at school........but me......I'm  not even the slightest bit of ok but I'll show themAll Rights Reserved

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"let's give this girl six older brothers" they said "it will be fun" they said um... whoever "they" is, really wanted to see me struggle!

Drama. Drama. Drama. That pretty much describes my life. I mean when your living with your 7 older brothers, 5 cousins, best friends, and a 3 month old baby, life can't get any better! And then there's school. Well school is school. Loaded with a the different 'groups' of kids. The geeks, popular, etc. And last but not least, my parents. We don't even know where they are most the time since they go on business trips after business trips. They come for for a week at the most and leave again. My family is not rich, but not poor. We have more than enough money to get the nice things we want, but we have to earn them. My life sounds pretty interesting huh?

Here's a bombshell for you: I have eight brothers. Eight extremely attractive, smart, mischievous, crazy overprotective brothers. Well, step brothers. Trust me when I say that it didn't start out that way, with me having eight step brothers. My father got remarried when I was sixteen. Another bombshell for you: I had no clue that the marriage was happening until about three months before, and I only found out because we were moving from Texas to New York in a week. Yeah, my father wasn't huge on the whole 'sharing' thing. But, that's not what you opened up this book to read, now is it? Well, I should probably start telling you the legitimate start of the story. (Heads up here, guys. This book is about abuse and will have occasional swearing in it. Okay, that's my warning. Have a nice day!)

For as long as she can remember, Hailie lived with her mom and stepfather because; as her mom says "he left us to rot." So she always knew Her father didn't want her, but she was happy with her mom and stepfather. That was until her mom died in a car crash, and her stepfather starts abusing her every day. She thought her life would never end (although she wanted it to) that was until she found out her stepfather was killed in a car crash like her mom. She thought she would have to live in an orphanage, but to her surprise, she was going to live with her 5 older brothers that she never knew of. Join Hailie on this journey that could change her life. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT GUYS! LOVE YOU ALL! 🤍 TW: -rape -abuse -cutting/self harm -cursing -assault COMPLETED - November 8, 2020 #4 in brother - May 25, 2020 #6 in brother - August 18, 2020 #2 in alcohol - June 23, 2020 #1 in alcohol - November 9 2020 #6 in mafia - November 12, 2020 #4 in alcohol - March 25, 2021

I know that I'm fucked up we all have one thing that fucks us up wether its a person or a thing. But the problem is nobody owns it i own the fact that I'm fucked up to feel better about myself and my problems. I might be damaged goods. But all i want is for you to fucking try me. not edited

No one notices. No one cares. No one asks. ... I'm just a normal girl. School is getting on my nerves most of the time, but that's normal. I don't have a lot of friends like everyone else. I guess I'm living a life like everyone else. Everone else also thinks that. They think im a normal girl living a normal life having friends and a great family. But in reality, I just try to survive. I try not to drown. I try not to lose the fight I have within myself. I fight every day. With myself and, more importantly, with the most important people in my life. The people who gave me everything, but it's still not enough for me. I want to get out of this. Apparently I'm also not enough for them. I mean why would they do so many things that hurt me if they would like me? I don't think that this can go on forever but I also don't know what to do about it. ... !Spoiler! TW: -mental illness -use of cures words -abuse -eating disorder -fake friends -mobbing

Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.

My name is Leo Benidict. I'm a high school student. I take honors classes, get decent grades I'm popular... kinda. I'm nice to people, but that doesn't mean my life is great. High school, heh, isn't this where awsome romances happen? Where people find themselves? Cause in my case, if become more and more unsure about myself, and my luck with girls... Bwahahaha! Ah well, I guess it doesn't matter. Things just don't pan out for me. Guess I'll just keeping doing my thing. I mean, I don't even care about getting laid. I just want someone to talk to, someone by my side. Someone I can talk to about my problems. Ah, well, I guess I should just get to class.

Just a bunch of poems I write to help get through life. You can see my journey through anxiety, friendships, relationships, sexuality confusion, family nonsense and depression. You might relate. I love comments (including grammar corrections). I do not own the artwork, I give credit to the artist when I can find it. I do own the poems so please give me credit and all that stuff. I do doubt anyone would be using my poetry for anything but anyway. I have a new book titled 'You.' which you'll be able to find in my account. I will only be updating that book from now on instead of this one as this one is completed.

"Really perfection is only just impossibility." ~~~~ Sometimes I'm happy to be alone. Glad even that I'm able to enjoy me-time in peace. Other times I feel so lonely that I can't breathe without enduring the empty pain in my heart, yearning for another to embrace me, to inhale the scent of his cologne, and for it to lull me into the comfort of tranquility. I yearn for the reassuring warmth of his hug provided by his body heat. I yearn to find he who helps me up when I get beaten down, who fights my demons with me, who pushes me into situations that I fear. Someone who understands, who is always there, who makes me happy again. He who soothes me through his presence only, who laughs with me and at my lame jokes. I long to find the one that can bring me immense joy and I him. He is the person that I doubt I'm able to find. Trigger Warning! 24. 05. 2018 - #4 in #anxietydisorder 30. 05. 2018 - #25 in freementalillness 20. 08. 2020 - #1 in #Jugendliteratur

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