Broken

chapter 1

My name is Katelyn Anderson, and I ran away from home 4 years ago.

I remember it like it was yesterday, my mom screaming at me , throwing things at me while I ran out the door.

I remember feeling scared , and wanting to go back home, because I didn't know where I would go.

Before my dad left everything felt perfect. I was popular, had a lot of friends, my ex boyfriend was the quarterback for our school football team. I was starting off my sophomore year perfect. But then my dad left , and I remember not knowing why he left. I was an only child, and I was a spoiled brat. When my dad left, perfect didn't exist anymore.

My mom would always leave bruises on me after she beat me. She would scream in my ear and yell that I was the reason that my dad left. I didn't believe it at first but now I know that it is my fault my dad left. I just don't know what I did to make him leave. My friends. ...well.... my ex friends made fun of me saying I only wanted attention.

They say that I was overreacting.

That I was just a spoiled brat who finally knows how it feels to be normal.

That I should grow up and I should stop pretending to be depressed.

That I should stop being a worthless pathetic person.

That my perfect life was never real..........

That it was just fantasy that came to an end.

Who I thought was my best friend in the whole entire world ,since we were kids, betrayed me. Her name was Miranda Johnson.

She told my boyfriend that I cheated on him by having sex with older men for money. In two weeks, my ex became Miranda's new boyfriend. His name was James Hunter. I always knew she liked him, I just didn't think she would do such a thing.

Miranda and James would always bully me and throw trash at me saying it wouldn't make any difference because the trash was a distraction from my face. I still can't believe I thought for so many years that Miranda was my best friend. But ended being a jealous bitch.

Now that I think about it,I could see how she was jealous. How I could afford things and she couldn't. I will always regret being her friend, but you can't change the past.

I remember crying everyday and feeling like garbage.

I would cut my wrist , and scars are still there reminding me of the pain and suffering I went through.

But.........

Now..................

I feel nothing, I'm broken and nobody can fix me.