My Story

Hi.I'm 14 and I've been cutting since I was 13.Well,my story starts when I was 5 and my parents divorced.Me and my older brother stayed with our mother,while our father moved.My parents moved on.But not just from the marriage,but from us too.There were times when we didn't have food and our mother will observe that only because I was telling her.My brother started to drink,smoke ( and not just cigarrets) and he dropped school.My parents never saw that he just needed a little attention.As I grew up,I understood that what my brother was doing is wrong.When I was 10,my mother left us with my father,going in another country,Even though we talk and see her and even go there,I feel like she's out of reach.Right now,she is the only one that,I believe,still cares for me.But that won't stop my father talking **** about me,her and my brother.Every night is the same.He comes home from work (if he goes there),gets drunk and then starts screaming at us for nothing.One night,he slapped me.Thats when I reached my point.I locked myself in my room,and took a pair of scissors.I didn't cut deep for the first cuts.But one was deep.Right now I am clean for three weeks.I have friends that help,even though they might run if they find out about another secret I have...Thanks for listening.