I Can’t Stand It Anymore!!

I’m young. 14.
FUCK?! A 14 year old wanting to die already?! Damn…
Well… Lets see if you still think that after this; …
I was 3. My dad had walked out on my mum. She had me, and two other kids, Older than me. Both different dads to me. Mum had to work 12 hours a day, So my older brother and sister would go to their own aunties/uncles house while she worked, And I would go to mine. My mum chose the wrong uncle. Alan. Even the name… Ugh! Anyway… I’d be there with my cousin, Jay. Who was my other uncles son, Same age as me. Me and Jay would sit on the floor in the corner, Blank expressions, Holding each other’s hands. Alan would sit on the big chair by the door, Staring at us, Awful smile of delight spread across his face. His alarm would make a sharp ‘Ding’, And he’d look all excited and say, ‘Tea time kids!’ Most people would see that as an innocent indication that our dinner was ready. IT WASN’T! At that point, He’d go into the kitchen and boil the kettle, Giving me and Jay time to run upstairs and hide. I’d push Jay right to the corner, Under the bed and pull the drawers infront of him. Then I’d put myself somewhere noticable, Yet not too obvious. Alan would come upstairs with the kettle, To find us. He’d always find me first, As I’d intended. He’d ask me where Jay was. I’d lie and say I don’t know. He’d say I was naughty for lying to him, And he’d slowly, Drop by drop, Drizzle boiling water up my arm. I screamed! It was painful! Like one million tiny knives being stabbed into my arm repeatedly at 100 mph! He’d grip me up to the wall so that I couldn’t run. He’d give me twice the ‘punishment’ because I refused to show him where Jay was.
This went on for 3 years. Until one day my uncle Dylan (R.I.P) came into the house, Nobody heard him come in because I was screaming so loud. He just barged straight into the room and threw Alan to the floor. He grabbed the kettle and threw it up Alans leg. He grabbed me and took me out to his car, Locked the door, And went back inside. God knows what he was doing, But he came back out with Jay. He took us back to his sat and sat there, Hugging us both for hours on end. He died the next year. From lung cancer. God I miss him SO much! When I was 10, I was sick of my dad always walking in and out of my life, He was always in jail, And recently was put in jail for 6 years for attempted murder. Bad right? It gets worse. It was me he tried to kill! I had told him I hate him, And he didn’t take too well to it.
THE END!… Ha! I wish! …
Then when I was 13 I was being threatened by my ex boyfriend, So I ran away twice with the boy I was with at the time. Wow that started SO much shit. I stared cutting after a few months, By then we’d broken up. A doctor had diagnosed my older brother with lung cancer, FALSE DIAGNOSIS BECAUSE THE DOCTOR WAS A THICK BASTARD! The day before I found out it wasn’t true, I tried to kill myself, But the boy I ran away with, Stopped me. We’re still good friends. And it continues, All my life I knew I had a short temper. But what I found out when I was just about tto turn 14, Was that I have ADHD. GREAT! -_- …
Now, If that wasn’t bad enough, I’ve got a fuck load of problems RIGHT NOW TOO! That boy that stopped me from killing myself?… He’s now suicidally depressed. My nephew? Brain Tumor. My cousin Jay? Hates me. Me? …. Stress cardiomyopathy.

Now tell me… Would YOU still be here? …