My sisters depression

My sisters depression

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Darkness is all I see. I can't see who but I know I'm running. "Run fast don't stop" I think then I feel a sharp pain in my back. I wake up in a pool of sweat. " what's wrong with you " I come to find that my mom is right beside me on my bed."it's nothing it was just me having a nightmare the same one they been having since when di it's nothing it was just me having a nightmare the same one there been having since when dad died" I reply. " Son it's OK you know you can cry and if you have a need help I'm here for you ". She says leaving My room. " by the way you better hurry up and get ready for school you only have 30 minutes until the bus gets here ". I turn and look at the clock " shit thanks for telling me" I say hopping out of bed. " Watch your language I can hear my mom yelled a Watch your language!" I can hear my mom yelling down the hall. " wake your sister up too" she says after. " OK I will" I reply flustered. My sister Clara is 15 and I am 14. My sister has many problems let's just say she didn't deal with my dad's death very well. My dad died in a car accident two years ago it was very that day. And want made matters worse is it was my sisters birthday. To make matters worse for me yesterday was the last day of summer and todays the first day of school or should I say Hell. Sis is going to have a bad time
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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.

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