My Life As Cassie & It SUCKS!!!
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Sedang dalam proses, Awal publikasi Jul 31, 2011
I was currently crying myself asleep after my mom had beaten me again due to her being drunk....like always. You see my mom wasn't always like this she used to be the perfect wife and mother but now after dad died she lost her job, stays drunk, and beats me. And so we can keep our house I have to get a part time job while I'm not at school and the only reason I'm still in school is because my mom says that I have to get a scholarship so I can make her more money instead of the crap I make now, or so as she puts it. It doesn't really bother me though beacause as soon as I turn eighteen in two years I will be gone and off to colledge leaving my mom behind, but until then I will have to endure this pain alone.
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.