Unforgetable ch.1
Oh lord this is my new story hope you guys like it . Since its my first plz review . Enjoy!
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Jazmine
Hello my name is Jazmine Dubois. Im fifteen years old , and i ... Hate my life. I started going through depression and suicidal thoughts since i was 11. I kept getting bullied . My classmates called me a "Half monkey with big round tenstacles".
However, what really got me was when my so called "Best friend " replaced me .
It was back when i was ten , when this new kid named Micheal Ceaser came to our school . Soon enough Huey And Micheal started hanging out and became really good friends. The more they hung out , the less me and Huey did . Suddendly , i noticed he never came to our hill that we love so much .
I had absolutely no one to talk to now ,well my perents but i shared so much with Huey. I was lonely . Every night i cried myself to sleep , but i had to get used to it .
When i turned eleven , my mother had passed . From a car accident . I felt horrible because it was my fault she got killed . She was getting my birthday cake . But what got me the most was that she was talking on the phone ...with me . We were argueing and i was yelling at her. Yes i heard everything , from the loud crash to her screaming . It was horrible , even intill now i can still hear her . Her screaming in agony left me dying slowly from the insides .
Days past , my father was in deppression as well. He started beating me telling me it was my fault the woman he loved the most died. He told me if i ever told anyone that he was hurting me he will only hit me harder and trust me his puches arent that easy to ricover. He commited suicide once he noticed what he was doing. He also left a letter saying :
Dear jazmine ,
Im sorry for what i did to these past couple weeks to you. I should have never done that . Im such a horrible father. Im sorry i said it was your fault your mother died in the car accident. But it wasnt , i made you feel miserable . I left one million dollars in your Auntie jays account . I also told her to come and take care of you for now on . I already put her name in the house so you dont have to worry about moving your stuff. I just want to say im so sorry and i love you so much .Take care ...
Love ,
Your father
I didnt feel any better . I just felt more like its all my fault . If it wasnt for me killing my mother my dad wouldnt have done this . A couple weeks later , my auntie jay came to live with me . She was verry fit for a woman in her middle ages and has two kids . She has one boy named Nathan . Nathan is now 7 years old . He is verry childish when it comes to people he knew and when it comes to strangers he always stood by either mine or Jays side the whole time . Jay also has a now 2 year old daughter named Emily . She is also much like her mother always trying to protect us .
Auntie Jays husband ,my uncle John, was murdered two years ago after Emily's birth . Literally , like Jay was holding her and she got the news there . Uncle John never saw Emily , thats what crushed Jay more . They loved each other alot . I was only 13 , but i understood her pain . Both of us , me and uncle John , took care of Jay while she was pregnant . Thats how me and uncle John got really close . So it hurt when i found out he died .
So coming back to the present , ive been living with my auntie Jay and my cousins for about 4 years . There are on my dads sode of the family so of course there black , which made me change a little .
Jay noticed how i came crying everyday from school since 11 and decided to put my in a home school . She didnt have to say it twice , i agreed right after she said it . However , everywhere i went , to the park , to the store , or even just walking to my house , i would be making fun of or somone would push me near the streea so i can get ran over .
I barely went outside , i usually just took care of Em while Jay is at work and Nathan is at school . She would start to call me sister which actually always made my day . However , i was still going through deppression and self-harm . Yea i said self-harm . I started cutting my wrist when i was 13 right after John died . I thought everyone who was close to me would die ,i still do somtimes. But i took away my suicidal thought , for my family .
I just hope everything will be okay by now
