Standing Alone

Standing Alone

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Imagine walking in the halls at school alone. Looking at everyone in there groups. It seams everyone belongs to something! Every one has a group or someone to talk to! Even the nerds have each other. But I, Natasha Gritz, don't know where I belong. I don't know what to do or where to go. Nobody believes in me, not even my own parents. Nobody thinks I will ever get far and be successful but I have dreams just like everyone els and I want to make a difference. The only problem is no one is interested in getting to know me or even giving me a chance. My teachers don't even understand me. Will anyone ever truly get me? Even if, what then... I move all the time. Currently I live in Chicago with my mom and dad. But I never have time to make friends or say goodbye when I leave. I just don't know any more. What's the point, really? What is the reason that I am hear on earth, living and breathing... Do I over think this? Yes.
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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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