Great. I have turned 14. Wow!! I have suffered for 6 years now.. yet I had still choose to fight. Fighting is the best way but death seems so easier!! I was no way staying at home I had arranged to meet up with a few friends. I was not caring if it was my birthday.
We met up at the park and my friends hugged me and wished me happy birthday. I was there with Emily, Ali, Andy and luke. Andy bought me a can of Rockstar as he knew I didn't want my birthday to be a big deal. We jammed and moshed to music me and Emily Rapped and we all just chilled and forgot our worrys. Well I tried. During the day I kept a fake smile on my face as I didn't want to look sad I was hearing voices again and it drived Me to the edge.
"Having fun? Use it while it lasts they all going to leave you"
" we know the smiles fake we going to tear you down!"
"You'll never see it hit you!"
"Won't see me closing in!"
"Happy death day!"
*STATIC*
I got a text from my mum
"Please come home? Family is around x"
I moaned and said I had to go Emily knew about last night so she wanted to make sure I was safe so they all walked me home.
When I got in they all tried to get me to eat and I opened a few gifts. And we played some rock band and stuff. But I ditched. I went to the bathroom and I through up my guts! I grabbed a razor that I saw on the side of the bathtub. I carved my skin just as if it was a pumpkin I pulled down my hoodie sleave and joined the family again..
//: Just thought I'd note this was last year my birthday is actually in 2 days and hopefully it goes better this year! :\\
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Even though I'm on my own, I know I'm not alone..
Non-FictionThis is an original story. It's not really a Fan Fiction, Just a little book I decided to write. There will be trigger warnings.(Depression, self harm, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, Schizophrenia ect) This is about a young teenaged girl who is suff...
