Let's Get Lost

As I walked down the street, my hair long enough to touch my butt, smacking the back of my thighs, their words repeated in my head. Like a distant memory that's close enough to hear but distant enough to muffle.
"You're worthless."
"You're such a slut your piece of shit!"
"Everyone else's kids are so much better. Biggest disappointment I've ever seen"
"Disgusting"
"Stupid. A rock could learn to walk before you wake up in the mornings"
"Should've dumped you in the alley when I had a chance"
"Oh honey daddy's little girl. Come on pumpkin daddy had a long day at work. Put that body to use"
Everything they said to me, did to me, made me feel, I deserved it. Because all those things are true.
The blood from under my wrists, visible as I only had a T-shirt on, ran down my arm. Cuts from my wrist to my shoulder. Cut almost to the bone, bled
All of a sudden I fall. All I remember was seeing Alex Hilton.

I've got one word for you. Life. Live it to the fullest, because if you're in my case, you never know when your life will end. But sometimes it looks up. I'm not gonna tell you it gets better because it doesn't, there's always memories and scars. They say forgive and forget, you can forgive, which I'll never do, but you can't ever ever ever ever forget. And that's what Liv Beach is hopefully going to take my mind off of.

Just a heads up
The places in this book are made up. But very similar to real places. Not by name but by description. The states I mention are real but the places I put inside them are notand if you're an active reader I did originally have L.A down instead of the makeshift L.A. But I don't know enough about to write about