The Devil's Angel

The Devil's Angel

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It’ September the thirteenth do you know what that means? Here I’ll give you the answer it means that its my birthday in two days, I hate my birthday I don't celebrate it with my family or friends, no I only remember it as the day I fucked up. I killed myself on the fifteenth of September 2011 if your smart enough to figure that out it means I killed myself on my birthday. I thought it was the only way out; I committed suicide on my birthday because I got bullied to the point where I finally took the courage to do it and I succussed. When I died I thought I would go to heaven for getting bullied to death but no I guess God had a different plan for me. I was sent to hell, I woke up surrounded by fire and the smell of the dead and I was in a fucking red sparkly dress, which was great since dresses are the number one thing I love. Not. I guess I haven’t actually introduced myself properly have I? My name is Parmelia Alfred; I’m turning sixteen in two days, which is great since it’s the anniversary of my death, yeah do you all notice my sarcasm? I’m 5’6 in height and I’ve got dark brown hair with caramel coloured highlights that falls passed my shoulders resting on my bottom. I’ve got ocean blue eyes; skinny, flat chest and got no ass as guys in my past life have said. But honestly I don't give a crap what people say about me, I am my own person.
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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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