True P.O.V
8 years ago
Leo didn't come. It's my 7th birthday and my one of my only friends, Leo didn't come. There wasn't going to be a party but I really wanted to hang out. I think Chris forgot all about it.
Mom locked me in my room after lunch, I don't know why. Bryan was crying earlier and I think she blamed me. I dunno how that could be my fault.
Bryan wasn't like the twins. He didn't cry a lot. He got a lot of attention more attention than I would ever get. It's midnight now, I know because my only other friend, Kyle, gave me a cheap watch. Cheap or not it was a gift that I will cherish. Mom didn't get me anything.
"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear True, happy birthday...."
4 years ago
Union slammed me into the brick walls that surrounded the gym building.
Union, seeing me in a daze, punched my stomach, hard.
I whimper in pain. That hurts.
"Union look he's gonna cry!" Union's friend Blink said laughing. The two holding me laughed as well. I wish Chris was here.
No, I don't. Chris wouldn't care.
3 years ago
I smelt beer coming from my brother's room. Again.
This is getting ridiculous. What 12 years old wants to come home to find his older brother drunk, and not the good drunk, the bad one where they forget what they're doing when they become sober. He didn't hit or attack me at least not physically. Words cut deeper than knives, and punches, and all the kicks. That's how my brother abuse is me, by making me feel like I'm more worthless than I already feel.
My brother had one of those fancy touchscreen phone's. I don't have a phone. Mom said I don't deserve a phone. I do however have a cheap laptop my aunt bought for me in secret. She knew how my family wasn't going to get me one, so she did instead.
I love my aunt Brook, she's nothing like mom. She's nice and sweet and loves me.
Unlike most people in my family
2 years ago
I think I'm depressed.
It feels like nothing matters anymore. Why would it? I'm not important. Never was. To my father, only Chris, Michael, Madisyn, and Bryan matter. Not Truth.
I don't think my life really matters, I know it doesn't, I know I hurting deep down. I just can't show it.
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If It Never Happened ⚣
Teen FictionTrue is a fifteen-year-old suicidal teenager, and he's done with his life. With shitty parents who would rather punch him than show him affection and a set of siblings out to make his life hell, oh wait, did I forget to mention he's devastating bull...
