Save Me If You Can
Prolouge
My name is Skylar Glenna. But my friends just call me Sky.
Actually, everyone around me has their own special name
for me, and most of them are not pleasent. But after getting called all those names for five years, you get used to it. Anyway, I'm sixteen years old. I am in the eleventh grade at Jacksonville High. I have two best friends, Jess and Emma. My school life and my home life are basically the same.
They both suck.
Six years ago my dad committed suicide. No body knows why, he just jumped of a bridge in the middle of the woods one day.
The next night, my mom came home terribly drunk. I went to say hello and she started slapping, punching, and kicking me. She kept on doing this, even to this day.
Well, one night, I couldn't take it any more. I cut all along my arms and down my legs. Since that day, I have been cutting for three years. I am the only one that knows that I cut and tht my mom abuses me. Not even Jess and Emma know, and I pratically tell them everything.
But what's the point in telling someone? No one cares about me. It won't heal my scars.
So I'll just have to wear jeans and jackets for the rest of my life.
But how long will my life last?
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I've been wanting to make this story for awhile now. What do you guys think? Does anything need to change like the size or the font? Let me know please!
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