It was a rainy spring night. I was doing what I pretty much do every night. I was lying in bed, hugging my pillow, and crying into it. I am tired of the way I'm living. Getting abused by my fucking horrible step mother, getting bullied at school, God I fucking hate it. I was feeling really sick. Probably from all the crying. I decided to go to sleep hoping that I would feel better. I woke up in the middle of the night and found myself rushing to the bathroom. I vomited. "I can't live like this no more" I said wiping my mouth with my hand. I washed my hands and went back to sleep. It was a really long night.
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Scars of Depression
Teen Fiction17-year old, Lucy Ashburg lives a depressing life with her horrible step mother. She gets bullied all the time at her school. Every night she hopes that some day everything would be fine and that it was all just a mistake. Will things turn around fo...