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THE BROKEN BOY
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    Time 53m
Ongoing, First published Aug 17, 2016
Mature
I think I am 

going to kill myself.

Maybe not today,

or next week,

or even next year. 

But I can feel it.

I will end my own life, 

on my own terms.


~~~~~


Jack Price, a fifteen year old boy, has been both physically and verbally abused by his parents in his small home in Washington, the rainy state. His life of abuse does not end at home though, it follows him to school where he is bullied by many people and has become an outcast. As he slowly slips further and further into his depression and his anxiety takes over, his last hope for a real life fades away. Will he be lucky enough to find a second chance? Or maybe his second chance will just have to find him.
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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.