THIS IS MY FIRST FAN FICTION SO DO NOT JUDGE.....ANY SUGGESTIONS COMMENT AND I WILL ADD IT IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.
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Let me introduce myself, My name is Elizabeth but people call me Lizzy.
I used to be the cool kid in school, the popular girl, I guess.
But now everyone calls me a "whore", "slut", & a "worthless bitch".
After my dad was killed in a drunk driving accident everything went downhill.
My mother got extremely depressed, spending all her time at the bar downtown,
I have two friends that have stuck by me through everything, Amanda, and April.
I am a very closed person. I barely even talk to my friends. But they still stick by my side. I could not ask for anyone better.
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A couple of months after my father's death, my mother met someone at the bar.
They began to date and things got serious way to fast. Too fast for my liking.
He moved in with us two weeks after they met.
Two weeks? Crazy right?
That's where my life gets worst. A living hell should I say.
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Jackson, my mom's boyfriend, would come home drunk almost every night.
He would break things, push my mom around and yell at her.
My mom would make him sleep on the couch. But did he? No. He would find somewhere else to sleep.
The only other place was my room.
He would beat me until I could not move. Then take advantage of me.
This is what got me into cutting. I felt so alone.
No one knew I was cutting. I wore long sleeves every day even in the summer. My friends are suspecting I am hiding something but they do not question it, which I am glad.
But as the years went on, the raping's got worst as well as the cutting.
It scared me how deep I was cutting myself.
My mind has me racing constantly.
My life was going downhill fast.
Why couldn't things be different?
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