Not Normal Anymore
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Ongoing, First published Nov 26, 2014
It wasnt always like this. I was just the normal 14 year old girl names Avery until it happened. It was only a year ago when it all happened. It was a normal saturday morning with mom, driving down the highway on our way to the pharmacy to pick up my dads flu medicine when a drunk driver slammed into the car crushing us against highway wall. Me and my mother were placed on stretchers and taken to the hospital. Although i was severly injured my mother was worse. I survived with scars to tell the story but sadly my mother passed on the next day. My father was never the same. He hated me due to me looking like my mother and he blamed himself. He drank heavily and i suffered beatings for everything.  I was the way he cooped. 
I remember a day, id just walked theough the door my dad who had obviously been waiting jumped and grabbed me by the shoulders from behind pulling me back and slamming me on the ground. He undid the button on my jeans as i struggled and pulled away, only to be slapped
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My Prison Called Life (Bio 1)

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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.