Ever since mom pasted away our apartment seemed so empty, the paint peeling of the walls, the torn furniture. My family is not rich like those stupid spoiled bratty families or poor like those desperate families. My family was well, okay in money but horrible in sanity. My oldest sister killed herself due all the pressure of dad's stupid girlfriend, Veronica and mom's death. I was the only one home at the time, my sister told she needed to go to her room to grab something but instead she didn't come back. I was really scared so I went to her room. When I opened the door she was laying on the ground a knife in hand and blood repulsively dripping from where she brutally $tabb3d herself. I screamed, I cried, I shook her more times than I could count. "NO," I told myself my sister isn't dead SHE ISN'T. "PLEASE!" I begged now screeching. THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE THIS IS A DREAM RIGHT???!!!?!?! That's when my brother walked into the room and dropped to his knees sobbing. I turned around to see my brother Xavier whimpering telling himself this was going to be okay. He picked me up and took me to my room. I. Couldn't. Sleep. I walked to my door and opened it a tiny bit so I could catch a glimpse of the action. My brother was hugging his so called "friend" Kayden. More on his "friend" later. Anyways, dad and that stupid lady weren't home so Xavier called the police. He knew I was awake so he ordered pizza and told me to come into the living room for dinner. The memory and loss of my sister Kat is still etched in my mind and stings everytime the nostalgia comes back. Ugh... however Kayden actually had a big fat crush on my brother so he was planning to ask him out during summer camp y'know? So at summer when they were in there locker rooms they had their first k!ss after that they started d@ting. Sometimes it really bothers me how my Kayden still talks to all his ex's like they been friends since forever even when he's around Xavier. Atleast my brother doesn't really get jealous or annoyed. (Kayden is pansexual and goes by they/them pronouns btw). It's been 2 months since I moved yet all these stupid memories come back and I hate everyone in my new school. I'm that sort of kid everyone avoids because I give off this "bad" vibe and seem hard to socialize with. You just to have socialize with me the "right" way. I have this short chopped haircut and black glasses that are super jammed up. My clothes are always are oversized/baggy because I'm skinnier than most average kids. Well, atleast the teachers are moderate I guess. That's when the big glass window of my classroom shattered. (this story is gonna be pretty lazy :P)
(This story is for older children (11/12-16) so if your 10 or younger the story isn't really suitable for your age.) thank you!~ you can also ask for ping! erm ACTAULLY i'll just ping you if you read it tbh B) max: 15 pings mb even 20 1 @12JASMINEg 2 @_puffball_is_skib 3 @A0K1_1S_H3R3 4 @strawberry_loaf 5 @xx_babasheep_xx 6 @yakirakalifa 7 @ 8 @ 9 @ 10 @ 11 @ 12 @ 13 @ 14 @ 15 @ mb 20 (16 @ 17 @ 18 @ 19 @ 20 @) TW!! Gay, Blood, Self-harm!
