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The days got better after my...fourth suicide attempt in the bathroom previously. Other than being abused and...raped by Terrance of course, I was starting to find myself during my...hardships. I was getting stronger inside and I was determine to make it through. I guess they weren't kidding when they said what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. And so I rise.I started my sophomore year in high school with good grades and turned 17 in that following January. When I turned 17, I felt like...a whole new person. I was a new person and a cold one too. The thug life with Molly became the norm after months of being out in the dangerous streets with her. We grew together. Even she wasn't that scrawny 14 year old who crumbled at gun point once.
I popped a few more people after those two boys who threatened us that day and I honestly don't regret any of it. I was already covered in sin, apparently my life couldn't have never been cleansed of it. I guess I was cursed due to my mother and her wrongdoings at birth.
By the time it was February, I had a new attitude and a new set of friends too. Including Molly, I made two new good friends by the name of Ava and Jazzy.
We were all affiliated with Molly's growing Barbie Doll Gang and had a hell of a time being bad-ass as females. Maybe this was my medicine all along.
(February 21st; 4:12 PM)
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General Fiction"In this life of sin, most people are just looking to get rich, fuck, and brag. Me? I was just looking to survive. Get up each day and live what complicated of a life my deadbeat father and crackheaded mother gave to me. Sin poisoned me at a young a...