Barely Breathing

Barely Breathing

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'Are you okay?' 'Not even close.' The only problem was no-one ever asked. ================== My name is Emily Frost. I'm seventeen years old. With my father's death by cancer five years ago and my mothers head on collision last May I now have no parents and am forced to live alone with my once step-father. It's now December 27th 2015 and I'm barely breathing. *** Younger Readers Advised This Contains Abuse and Other Violence Related Scenarios. This is my first completed story so sorry if it sucks. I wrote it when I was 13 my writing is becoming more advanced as time progresses. Also understand that it is a rough draft. All rights reserved. If defendant is accused of copyright with evidence they shall be punished by the court of law.
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This is a bio about me and what I went through as a child. You see I was abused not just by both parents but my whole family. I know you guys probably heard about all of this before but I want to write this. It will help me forget about my past and let me move on. I was suicidal and I wanted to give up but I didn't. So this is a story of what happened before Ways To Stop Bullying and after it. Journey with me when you see the hell I went through and how I made it out to be the person I am today. To be honest this is something that scares me more than anything in the world by writing this. But I want to and need to. To be warned it will get ugly and it might not look that bad to most people who probably had it worse than me. But this isn't why I'm writing this to get sympathy I'm writing this so I can finally move on and say. I done this I lived through it. I doubt anyone would read this and if they do I doubt many will but I don't care I'm writing this for me and if it helps others? I'm glad so I don't know what else to say so this is all.

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