Hello mum [EDITED]

Mum

'Hello mum, I really want to tell you, happy mother's day.

How have you been? I'm not really fine in here.

After your death, dad has been beating me up. Every time he is troubled in work, he would beat me up. When I do something wrong, he would beat me up.

My school friends didn't helping either. I was bullied. I don't even know what I did wrong that they start to bully me. When I was 13 years old, I start self harming.

Right now I'm fifteen years old. Dad still beating me up, it even got harsher than before. He start to use whips and knife. It hurts, it painful, but what worse is, it broken my heart. It shows how he hate me, how he despise me.

It's no different from my friend. They bully me in the morning, at lunch, even when school is over. It really hurts, so much hurts.

No one cared about me, no one wants me. But I still able to get back up because I know there will be someone who cared for me, love me, wants me by their side.

And that hope came true. I got a boyfriend. I haven't tell you didn't I, I'm bi. And that guy is the only one who wants me, who took care of me. I haven't tell him about dad, but I know that he will understand me.

We got together just fine. He told me to his friends, family, and siblings. He light up my world in this not so good days. I stopped to self harm myself because he was there.

But all crumbled when his ex came back to school. And I learned something about my boyfriend. He didn't really love me, he only go out with me because his friends told him so. They only played with me. He broken my heart into pieces that can't be returned back to normal. It's all crumbling...

Mum, no one care about me, no one love me, no one want me. I have lived long enough, and right now I'm tired with it. They are just the same everyday.

Woking up, got beaten up by dad, take a bloody shower, beaten up in the school in the morning, bullied at lunch, beaten up again after school, beaten up by dad again, slit my wrist and go back to sleep. Then came back with the usuals.

Mum, I'm tired. I wanna rest for a while. I'm gonna meet you again soon. See you, mum.'

After I finish writing my letter for my mum, I fold the letter then put it on top of my diary book that filled with my story. I slit both of my wrist on top of it, deep enough that maybe it can kill me. I watch blood running down my wrist until it hit the paper then quickly spreading, as if so eager to taste my blood.

Then I pull my chair under the rope that I have tie on the ceiling. I got up there and put it around my neck beforw finally kicking the chair away and let my body hung in there until it took my last breath away.

Happy mother's day, mum.

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I was in the mood to write this kind of things, enjoy the story :)

BYEBYE!!!