It all started when i was two.. My parents hates me.... i was the oldest.. i had two younger siblings.. My parents loved them more then me... My younger brother jake he asked me to play with him. I said sure.. but my mom walks up and slaps me as hard as she could leaving a mark. Jake saw what happened.. he started crying and ran off.. i didnt say anything because i knew what would happen.. My dad was tired of me.. He pulls out a knife and cuts my shoulder.. i screamed.. my other siblings came running in and see’s our dad holding the bloody knife.. They yell at the dad saying “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT! SHE’S OUR SISTER!” My dad didnt really care.. my dad said “time for bed..” So they all went to bed while i was fixing my shoulder.. it was bleeding badly.. then i went to bed.. The next day i wen to school depressed.. i didnt have any friends.. until one person walks up to me saying “hey. are you ok” i said “umm yea im fine..” i looked up at the person it was a boy.. He asked me “hey wanna be friends-?”
i said “sure why not..” he had a smile on his face so i smiled back. He grabs me by the wrist and he dsrags me down to the nurse’s office. he grabs the long bandages. moves my tangtop sleeve and wraps my shoulder for me.. i said thanks and he nodded i blushed a bit but i knew my dad was gunna hurt me. i started crying.. he asked me “hey you ok?”
i shook me head.. he asked me whats wrong i said “my parents hate me.. they love my siblings more then me.. my dad was the one who stabbed my shoulder.. they hardly feed me..” he said “hey come stay at my place we can tell my mom and dad what happened.” i said ok.. After school we went to his place. He let me borrow some clothes.. he gave me a hoodie and shorts.. i put them on and walked out.. i said “the hoodie is a bit to long but the shorts are fine..” he said “oh sorry about that! we dont have an extra bed you can sleep on my bed and i will sleep on the floor.” i said “no, no i will sleep on the floor im used to it.” he said “are you u sure?” i said “mhm!” later that night i was in a deep sleep i was rolling on the floor crying because of my dream.. he wakes up and lifts me onto his queen size bed he layed on one side i layed on the other he realises that he likes me.. and i liked him but i never said anything.. He wouldnt say a thing either because he thought i didnt like him.. But one day i come face to face with my dad and Logan was standing next to me.. Logan asked me “is that your dad....”I mumbled “y-yes..” my dad pulls out a gun points it towards Logan.. He was standing still.. My dad pulled the trigger but before the bullet hit logan i jumped infront when the bullet hits straight through me.. i slowly fall down saying “i-i like you logan......” my dad finally remembered he was being forced to abuse me. He says “what have i done....” he falls down to the ground.. Logan calls 911 crying.. He remembered the words i said “i-i like you logan......-“ The ambulance came they rushed me to thw hospital.. i fell in a coma.. Logan never left he stayed at the hospital till i woke up he hardly ate.. -1 week later- i wake up from my coma.. and logan greeted me with a huge hug.. i said “oh hi logan. you need to eat you look pale. and please dont tell me you remember the words i said...” he said “hey. i guess i will eat soon and yes i remember the words.”
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