Everybody has a story . Some are full of glory, Some are kinda gory. But mine has no category.
Mine started when I was eight, I remember I was running late. I started to walk and began to accelerate. I didn't know that I was way past checkmate.
That night my grandma passed away. Daddy snapped later around midday. His fist put me into a state of dismay. That pain would never go away.
For years after I was a mute. People thought I was weird, no dispute. One day I had a bruise the size of grapefruit. It was on my arm, honestly it seemed acute.
They called me names and I couldnt hide. I was ten and my feelings were classified. Everynight I woke up and I was terrified. Thats when I shouldve committed sucide.
At eleven I was still recieveing bruises. I was beginning to run out of excuses. I was in a fight but my family never loses. Im about to lose my mind, he might lose his.
I was twelve when I put cuts on my wrist. I aimed for the vein, sadly I missed. I never knew how I got caught up in this. Every time I did I got so fcking ******.
At thirteen I spoke again, but I had a stutter. Behind my back I heard the kids mutter. I heard the names the said, including cutter. I made a friend, I hated everyone but her.
Then that btch stabbed me in the back. Then I made sure my heart woudn't crack. Thats when daddy decided to come back. This time I knew I could fight back.
Daddy said I was prettyless, I got a black eye. Then I snapped and I still don't know why. I replied "Sorry, next time I won't cry. When I leave you better know why."
I entered highschool when I was fourteen. Fcking hell were those kids mean. Beforehand I was two months clean. All I could do is wait to turn eighteen.
Fifteen, thats when I got the scars on neck. I remember the chair, and I was a wreck. Taking a rope and tieing it around my neck. Kicked the chair, but she was quick to check.
The rope burned my skin. Stripped it down three layers in. I was only told that I committed a sin. No one saw how sad I had been.