Why should I keep living?
Posted 20 February 2013 - 02:45 AM
Hi I am Mia I am an anorexic and my father is a drug addict and my mum died in a car crash 2 years ago because she was drunk. I never wanted to live after my mums passing because my father beat me and I get bullied. That was until 1 faithful day...
I was walking through the park with my BFF cait (crazy cait and she doesn't know I'm anorexic) and she had just eaten chocolate (a bad idea) and she was hyper! She then said " ohhhh hit dogs can we have one?"
"sure" I reply "but"
"fine" we walk over to the hotdog cart and order two hotdogs. After finishing the hotdogs cait had calmed down. Finally. My phone buzzed it was from father : get ur backside home and clean up right now. Luv ya. I shook my head focused he doesn't love me it's the exact opposit he hates me.
" sorry cait gotta go see ya at school tomorrow"
"kk see you tomorrow"
I walked home and as soon as I got in through the door. SLAP! My cheek was burning. "GET TO WORK YOU WORTHLESS GIRL!" I nodded. I don't talk to my father he scares me I talk to cait and people at school in fact every one but my father.
What do u guys think should I continue?
Posted 20 February 2013 - 02:59 AM
I started to clean the kitchen whilst sobbing uncontrolably. My phone buzzed.
C: r u busy cleaning? Cait us the only person who knows I do all the chores for father
M: yeah y
C: IM BORED
M: sry can't help u there.
M: what never do that
C: kiss you
M: lucky. My radios smashes cause I didn't do a 'good enough job of the bathroom'
M: it's horrible in there it smells like puke all the time whenever I go in there I wanna puke
C: lol. Gtg ttyl bye
M: bye. Ahhh. Finally done. 2 more days and im 16 whoooooo. Only father won't let me stay he will kick me out as I can survive on my own. I guess I'll ask cait if I can stay with her for a while. I hate my life. I went to my room for 1 hour then I went to make food. After I ate I went to my room and went in te bathroom thats attached to my room and picked up my razor...
Posted 20 February 2013 - 08:29 AM
I picked up my razor and rolled up my sleeves and ran the cool balde over my skin leaving a streak of blood I did it again and once more. I washed my cuts and went to bed.
Me and my mum were walking back from the park and were about to cross the road "mum look. Listen. Are cars coming?" she shook her head. Out of nowhere a car drove speeding "MUM!" it was too late I ran to her body and steered sobbing. I called 999 and father (I stopped speaking to him after it was announced that mum had died.) father got here first and crumpled at the sight to her. The paramedics took her away and dad asked if we could go with her. We got told no and drive to the hospital. "mr blackberry(don't laugh it's not funny) your wife she...she well..... Um couldn't make it."
We both stood up and screamed "NO"
"you can go and see her though" we ran in and saw mums deathly pale skin
I woke up embedded with sweat it was just a dream...
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