my name is callum im 14 years old and i have destroyed my life. It started with me always yelling at my sister and my mom and dad holding me back my dad always told me it was just a phase and i would be ok. he is gone now and he was wrong. recently i threw my sister into a wall and broke her arm. my mom locked me in the washroom and turned up the heat. she wanted me dead. i broke the window and ran. ran. ran. i was downtown , freezing and starving i decided to head home . my mom hasnt talked to me since . i heard her talking on the phone about how she realized she created a monster. something not normal. all my life my mom has helped me through every horrible thing that i have ever done, once i hit a kid with my dads old baseball bat, my mom stuck with me all that time. now she was shocked , horrified. i lost it. i couldn’t take it. i stabbed myself with a kitchen knife . unfortunately i was shakey and missed, i cut open my arm. my mom did nothing. now im bleeding. typing. and going to kill myself. all because i fought with my sister. goodbye.
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this was something i wrote a long time ago no i am not dead this is a story of loss not death
I assume your life has improved since you wrote this? When did you write this, by the way?