A world to myself

A world to myself

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., janv. 24, 2022
How much would it hurt me to kill me. How much would it hurt them if I killed me. Would they care. There is only one way to find out. But do I want to find out. I'm 16, I don't go to school. I don't have a family. Just four friends. I do have a story, a deeper story. I hate it, it makes me sad. The moral of the story, is, really: people don't take children seriously. -------------------------- The cushions are on the ground, teared open, feathers everywhere. The couch is toppled over. The mirror is gone. Pieces of glass, red stains on the wall, is that blood? Fear. I'm still afraid. What if someone took her. My mother always used to hang out with those bad guys. Used to date them, argue with them, fight them. They would win. I can't count how many times my mother got into fights with them, and they would hurt her badly, and they would also steal from us. She only wanted them for free drugs anyway. CHECK TW❗️❗️ Based on a true story
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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