Broken. Bruised, scarred, insecure, and absolutely broken. Or at least i thought i was. People have helped me since then. Ever since that...eventful night I started to feel a little better. Almost 2 years ago somebody started to realize something wasn't right. I was doing a pretty good job at hiding it, but my nosy best friend,Demi Lovato,
noticed. She started to ask questions, and some of them i couldn't answer. Like "Why do you always go to the bathroom after every meal?" My answer "I drank a lot." She didn't believe me. The first time she actually saw my wrists close up she asked,"What happened to your wrists?" My answer...well i didn't have an answer. That's when she started to realize something was up, but she didn't want to go to my grandparents right away, because she wasn't sure if what she thought was true, she didn't want to believe it. She went to my brother instead. By the time he put two and two together i was all ready in my room thinking...okay enough of the rambling! I'm just gonna give you a shortened version of the long long story. So here it goes... When i was 8 years old i was being bullied. I was being called names and getting beat up. The words they said hurt more than the punches they threw. Things started getting worse...i was depressed and thought i was ugly. Nobody wanted to be my friend... until the new girl, a little girl with brown hair and wearing bright clothes that didn't really match, came up to me and asked if she could be my best friend. I was jumping for joy...somebody ACTUALLY wanted to be my friend! She had said BEST friends!:) Anyway moving on.. she was an awesome friend (still is) and she made me happier. She was like the sister i always wanted. We were an awesome duo! That year we had so much fun, and she was my only friend i had. My life was pretty good, minus the bullying. I found out i was going to be a big sister! Then i found out my mom was having TWINS! AWESOME!=D Then it was time for the little kiddies to be born! They were both healthy and everything was going great!
Fast forward to the next year, the twins were 1. I had just turned 9 on December 24.
Keep in mind that during ALL THIS i knew a HUGE secret, that one day i would be a bigger part in. Instead of boring you with all the little details I'm going to cut to the chase. I watched my mom get murdered...ON MY BIRTHDAY. My older brothers and dad saved me and the twins. I went back into my depression, and it was worse than before. The bullying worsened,and over the next year i started to become bulimic. I self-harmed. It slowly started to get worse, but the bulimia didn't get very serious. The cutting was worse, and i was more depressed then ever. Nobody noticed the cutting or me being thinner. I wasn't super anorexic but i was definitely thinner than i was supposed to be.
The only thing people noticed was me being depressed, but my family whole was depressed. Fast forward almost two years, i turned 10 a few months ago and the twins are 3 1/2.
My week was going good i was pretty distracted so i wasn't cutting as much. I had just gotten back from a school field trip. People whispered and pointed at me the whole time. When i go home i found out my father was in a really bad car accident, and he didn't make it. It was a pile up, and he was on bottom. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next day i found out i wouldn't be able to live with my brothers and sisters and that i had to go up for adoption. Nobody wanted to adopt a sad, depressed little girl. I cried myself to sleep every night until i ran out of tears. A year later,I was 11, My big brother Derek was 18 so he could adopt me and my siblings. We lived in a apartment for 2 years. Demi was still my best friend.. ONLY friend i should say.
My 3 older brothers all had jobs and all of us except Derek were going to school. I didn't get to go to his graduation:(. We had a routine going and it was the same thing everyday.
OH! I almost forgot!(sarcastic) I just happened to phase into a FREAKING WEREWOLF. Then i found out all my brothers were werewolves too. They said it was unusual for me to phase so early, but our dad dieing probably caused it to happened. It's what caused Scott and Justin (my brothers) to phase too. Demi's family knew about it because her dad was a werewolf,but she didn't know until a few months later. My dad was the alpha, and when he died Derek took over.
Now 4 years later, with the help of my family, I have quit cutting and i am now completely back to normal(as in I'm not bulimic and I'm back to normal now BUT they still watch my wrists and stuff like that.) So...ya sorry this was all boring but that's my story:/
So, what did you think?
I know it's not the best intro thing, but hey it's my first time EVER writing a story!
Anyway, you should keep reading:)...