Chapter 1
My name’s Abigail i’ve always hoped id get better but not. Im going to tell you a story on how suicidal thoughts and a boy changed my life but hold on we have to go for a little detour of how it got there. When i was eight i hated my body because i was a cubby kid and i would get bullied every day and come home crying it got so bad i came home crying hid it away from my mom my moms an amazing person by the way but let’s not get off topic so after every one was asleep i cried nonstop listening to music to the point i held a razer in my hand but didn’t cut my wrist i cut the wall’s then droped it on the floor and went to bed.
The next morning it was like any other day I didn’t eat that day at all but that was just the beginning of a new chapter in my life like i mean the crying was nonstop at home but i still was hiding it from my mom but tomorrow my friend wanted to go to the gas station with me after school and i went and she bought me and her candy like any other kids would do but then we were walking home together because we live on rhe same street but we say some teenage bouys they asked for some candy we said no not a big deal but then my friend left me because y we got to her house so i was walking alone now then her brother and his friends see me and they asked for some candy i said no because duh it her brother but then her brothers friends throw there water at me. full bottles of water her brother said sorry to me then biked away with his friends i walk home soaking wet. I walk in my house crying my eyes out I change my clothes and call my mom.
