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Am i still breathing?

I pull the rope tighter around my hurting neck, and look at myslef in the mirror. My tear streaked face was slowly turning a sickening shade of purple. Black mascara was heavily smeared on my pale face. Slowly my vision began to leave, black walls caving in. Sparkling dots filled my view. Then I panicked. I needed air. I cant die now, I want to get married and have kids. I want to graduate highschool. I let loose of my tight grip on the itchy rope, and dramically calapsed on the carpet floor. I woke up and hour later with a pounding headache. I got up and looked in the mirror. Eyeliner ran down my cheeks, and my eyes were puffy and swollen. There was a bruise on my left cheek. It was a mucky shade of green with a little purple here and there. I stood there mesmerized by the colors of my skin. I couldnt do this anymore. I just cant keep going on and act like nothing is wrong, because everything is wrong. I walked down the stairs slowly, and pulled my mom from the conversation she was having with a couple of adults. 
"What?" She asked sounding kind of annoyed, probably because she was having a great time with the adults. 
"I need to go to the hospital." I said, my voice weak, and cracky, "Now." I added urgently. She gave me an 'are you stupid?' or something like that kind of look, and shrugged her shoulder noting she wanted to know what for. "I need help, like mental hospital help.." I said trying not to sound like I was an idiot. 

Am i still breathing?

I dont even remember what had happened. Brady and I just blew up I guess. I remember punching him in the bacj of his neck, and kicking him down the stairs infront of all the guests. He punched me twice in the arm and in the cheek. With his arms that could bench two hundred, against mine which could barely life fifty. I ran up the stairs away from all of mine and bradys friends and ran up to my room. I slammed the door which was already broken, and cried into my pillow. Wanna know what hurt the most? My best friends had left to go play volleyball at the park with all the other teenagers, not even bothering to ask if i wanted to come or even ask if i was okay. I felt my face heat up in anger, and i clench my fist bringing it towards the blue wall. My fist made contact and annother hole in my wall was added to the collection. I brought out my razor blade and lifted up my sleeve. I flinched as the razor ripped apart my scarred skin. Why do I feel like everyone hates me. I dont want to do this anymore. I walked over to my closet and grabbed my scarf, wrapping it tightly around my neck. Tears fell out of my eyes like a water fall. Be strong, Hailey. Dont chicken out now. I pulled tighter, and wheezed in what i hoped would be my last breath.

Authors Note: this is true story about me and my life, I went through everything here, and just thought what happened to me would make an interesting story... feedback? :)

Am i still breathing?

I woke up tom my mother shaking me awake. When I opened my eyes to the blinding light of my ceiling lighting, i cringed. She told me today we were having a small birthday party for Brady. She exited my room and I slowly got up. Great. Brady was probably going to do his best to embaress me infront of his and my friends. I got up and felt my head swirl around and black dots fill my vision. i cleanched my fist around the dressers edge and squeeed my eyes shut. The dizzyness passed and I could see again. Its been four days since i had last eaten. Maybe I could just eat a little.... No. I cant. I need to keep going. I changed into a pair of light wash ripped jeans and a green low cut t-shirt. I straightened my already pin straight hair, and did my makeup. I sprayed myself in my favorite perfume, and walked out of my room. I hopped down the carpeted stairs and walked into the kitchen. The island in the middle of the kitchen was over flowing with food. My mom always over cooked for things like this. I heard the doorbell ring. Great the first guests had arrived, let the 'fun' begin.

Authors Note: this is true story about me and my life, I went through everything here, and just thought what happened to me would make an interesting story... feedback? :)

Am i still breathing?

Katherine ended up spending the night, so we stayed up and did what any teenage girl would do. We watched movies, painted eachothers nails, read magazines, and fangirled over the cute boys at our school.We went to bed at around three in the morning, and woke up by an unplesent surprise. I felt a stinging pain in my thigh. Of course I opened my eyes to find my younger brother tanner, who is much stronger than me digging his knuckle into my thigh. Igot up, and pushed him out of my room, barley. Katherine woke up and later went home. I walked down stairs and went into the office to find brady on facebook looking through girls slutty pictures. 
"Brady, I need the computor." I said.
"For what?" He asked his eyes glued on the lap tops screen. 
"I have to write a report of english." I said, knowing this would be taking a while.
"Whats the report about?" He asked, knowing he was just wasting time.
"Just look, I need it!" I said my voice rising. My mom then stomped in and yelled at me. Lecturing me about having to be more nice to my sibblings. She ordered me upstairs. I went back to my room, obeying her. I didnt want to get in deeper trouble then i already was. I flopped on my bed and turned on my ipod in its home. I played some Demi Lovato, and did my math homework. In the middle of an artical I fell asleep dreaming about the perfect life i knew i would never have.

Authors Note: this is true story about me and my life, I went through everything here, and just thought what happened to me would make an interesting story... feedback? :)

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Am i still breathing?

I fell on the ground as a fist pounded into my cheek bone. Tears quickly fell from my blue eyes, and streaked my cheeks. Brady walked away angerly and slamed his bedroom door shut. All i did was try to blen into the family and tell a joke. but instead of getting laughter I got a beating. I brought my hand up to my face and covered up the spot where he hit me with  the palm of my hand. As soon and it made contact I automatically felt stinging pain. I flinched and ran upstairs to my room. I shut the door, and ran over to my drawer where I kept my razor, rusty and gross, with dried blood in between its small knives. 1, 2, 3.  I told myself as I quickly slide across my skin with the sharp device. i repeated this four times, leaving four fresh new wounds that would soon turn into white scars blending in with all of my other ones. I threw the razor in the drawer angerly, and slammed it shut. Tears were streaming down my face. Im never going to be good enough. never. What did  do to deserve this? I still couldnt answer this small little question after years of pondering it. I plopped on my bed, and rested my bleeding arms on the stained sheets, letting them soak up the red liquid. I didnt care. Neither did anyone else. Nor would anyone ever. I slowly cried myself to sleep, thinking of how miserable I was.
I woke up the next morning at six. its a saterday. why was I awake so early? I heard my small stomach growl, begging to be fed. But I refused. Two days without eating. I can do this. I got up, and threw on a pair of jeans, and a sweat shirt. I texted my friend Katherine, and told her to come over. Katherine is my best friend in the whole world. She is basically my only true friend. Shes been with me since day one. Literally. It didnt matter, though, if she was there, I would still get treated the same way by everyone except my mom.  
 
Authors Note: Hey guys :D I just started writing this story, and just so you know its a true story about me and my life, I went through everything here, and just thought what happened to me would make an interesting story... Check out the prologue! feedback? :)

Am i still breathing?

I'm Hailey. I'm fifteen years old, and my life is great, except for my family life. I have a ton of friends at my school, and im the popular girl who every one is in love with. My grades are okay, and i'm on the cheer leading team. I play soccer, and its my passion. Every day is perfect, until my bus stops, and its time for me to get off, and walk home. I hate being home. I have three brothers, and a little sister. They bully me so much, I cant even tell you how much im hurt. I cut myself, but my parents dont even care, they see the slits and blood stains every where, and the bandages on my wrist, but they could care less. It doesnt matter what I do, unless I do something that doesnt please them. Then they all of a sudden start watching my every little move just waiting to ground me. I never really cared though. I mean, I would get super depressed but Im still here. My older brother Brady, is eighteen and he beats me up a lot. I never really comsidered it as abuse, knowing hes my brother. But I always have at least on cut or bruise on my would be perfect skin because of him. My thirteen year old brother Tanner and I get into fights aswell, and he is taller than me and stronger than me, so I usually end up getting hurt. I never really thought about this until the day when I snapped. It was the day when I was first called, 'fat' and I hated it. I start to replay the memory in my head, pain of the past hurting my head. 
"Hailey, what the f/ck?" I heard brady say. I looked at him not knowing what was wrong. "You ate all of the freaking chips! Seriously your so fat, i dont even know how you got into cheer." I dont know why but this was the moment I had snapped. The day I had actually started cutting, and the day I threw up those chips for the first time. This was when I started hating everything about me. And it ate at me, every minute of every day. 

Authors Note: Hey guys :D I just started writing this story, and just so you know its a true story about me and my life, I went through everything here, and just thought what happened to me would make an interesting story... feedback? :)