Can I be saved?

Introductions Part 1

Hi. I'm Alexa Reed, most people who actually speak to me call me  Alex. I like Alex better anyways. Sorry veering off point, I'm Alex, I'm  5'5" and I'm a junior in high school. I guess you could say I'm  attractive with my figure, height, green eyes and brown hair that just  reaches the small of my back. I don't have any friends but, I don't  really care because that means I have less people to disappoint or kill  with boredom. Some shit happened when I was five, I don't talk about it  because why should I burden someone else with some pitiful trauma. That  same trauma is the biggest reason as to why I get bullied, well the  aftermath of the "event" as I call it. After it happened I rarely spoke,  and a lot of things caused painful flashbacks of the "event". Now I  should definitely  stop babbling as it gets me nowhere.

I do okay  in school, by that I mean I pass by the hair on my teeth. I don't do  work because what's the point it's not like I'll use most of what I  learn in the future. I have hobbies, they consist of reading and  isolating myself from others further. I know you're probably thinking "  your life is pretty sad Alex". I don't care, I like isolation. People  don't talk to you and most people don't even know you exist, it's nice.  I'm sure you may also be thinking "people bully you yet you say that  you're 'isolated'" I know. There are just a few assholes who won't leave  me alone. Fuck, I'm rambling inside my head again. My head seems to be  the only place I can talk without a stutter.

I live with a nice  couple. They left me alone most of the time before I spoke to them about  the "event". Ever since we've gotten closer. They're the only people I  have had an actual conversation with. Oh shit, I should probably  explain. Part of what happened during the event was my parents were  murdered. Sad I know, I lived off of stolen food from the farmers market  until i was about 6, slept on thick tree branches. That's when the  couple came and gave me a home. At first I was reluctant to accept their  help but, I decided that an actual bed and warm food wouldn't be too  bad.

And that sort of leads to know, halfway through the summer  break before junior year. I'm sure the bullies won't stop but, whatever.  I never pay their comments any mind really. Oh shit, yeah, that's  another thing. All bullies in our school only verbally bully because for  some reason our school has so many cameras (like at least 30 in a two  story building that isn't very spacious. we have maybe 300 students)  but, for some reason the school doesn't have listening devices fore  safety. Shit, fuck, not again. Still rambling but, I'm actually done  "talking" so thanks for listening I guess.

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I know I suck at this but like go easy on me it's my first story I've ever written