Screams. Cries. Laughter hahah Yeah right laughter the last thing that shown in this house. Its miserable. Especially for the poor little girl who's trying to figure out herself. How can can she grow up happy in such a pitiful house. Every night her slumber was woken from the bickering and door slam. The little girl would cry and pray to god to make it go away, to make them stop. She'd cry herself to sleep that was the only way. In the morning she'd plastered a smile upon her face just like everyone else in the house. This house was hell. There was no happiness. Just lies. Everyone lied. Both parents were manics. A father who hit his wife and eldest son while the only daughter watched. She once step in. Only once though because once she step in she too was beaten. Then one day the father left. You think things get better but your wrong things got worse. The mother grew overwhelmed with taking care of three kids. The eldest son became depressed and angry. He'd pick fights with the mother all the time. The mother scream in the son's face and start hitting
him. Every night the mother would cry and the poor little girl would listen. Soon the little girl became lost.
Till this day the memories of the hell house still haunt the little girl. She is still lost. Everything she feels is fake. Her life will never be normal. She can't forget. Till this day she still questions if she should end it all.
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Suicidal Journal
Teen FictionEnter a mind of one who is confused. Someone who has no one to talk to. Someone who agonizes in pain and desperation. This is a story about a typical teen's suicidal journal. *please note that this story is written poetically*
