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Alone In The Dark

Alone In The Dark

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I am alone in the dark Stuck inside my head. A prisoner in my own body. It all started 2 years ago, when all the kids in my year but me turned into a slut overnight, meaning that everyone else looked like burned plastic and there was me with human features which now, by the way, means that you are ugly as fuck. Because of this, i'm forever alone and the world thinks that i'm a retarded asshole which is hilarious because the lot of them has a collective IQ of 2.5. Living with the constant fear of group and partner work is torture. The fact that they are always there, judging me is haunting. Yeah I've cut, still am. It may sound like a pathetic reason but its not like family life exactly breezy, with a brother that treats you like shit on his shoe and an overprotective manipulative beast of a mother. Not to forget the Dad that cares more for his new found family than the one he left behind. Well that's love I guess, it never works out. Then there's me, alone in the dark Stuck inside my head. A prisoner in my own body.
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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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