It's Been A Full Year

My story starts 4 years ago. I was 9 years old and had a best friend like everyone else. But her mom.... her mom was different. She was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. I didn't really understand what it was even when she died. She died right before Thanksgiving 2008. I didn't understand that I would never see her again. My life just started to crumble after that. My friend's dad re-married and moved away. And the moved again. I haven't seen them for 3 years. Well it wasn't until November of 2011 did I cry about the death of my friend's mom. And I did it at school. Well, there was also a guy who wouldn't leave me alone, we almost filed a restraining order against him. And I also had a best friend who wouldn't talk to me. Well that started my act of digging into my skin at night until i bled. But, I decided in February of this year, that it wasn't enough. I picked up a broken knife and started digging. I just dug and dug.... And I hid those marks. I hid those marks well. I'm still to this day, hiding my marks well. No one need to know. And plus, i don't have support and encouragement from... i don't feel like my father loves me. I'm a girl. I don't want to be like my mom and I don't want a man like my father. My parents didn't do much when they found out about my cutting either. It's not like they know how far I've taken it anyway. Well that's my story and it's not near over...
screamingcantsaveme screamingcantsaveme
13-15, F
Jul 13, 2012