To whoever gives a shit,
I guess you might want to know my name, and if you don't well, to bad. My name is Hinata. Yes, I know right, weird name, yada yada yada, it's nothing I haven't heard before. I mean, common, a girl with terrible looks and HUGE geeky glasses, isn't gonna get teased, unless I was in the in group...that would be a different story. And now I've gotten off track, great.
Okay, well I decided to write this to tell you about...well to tell you about me, and how shit my life is right now. I guess i should start from the start. When I was 6, my parents split up, and that messed me up. I would house hop every two weeks to my mum or dads.
It was all good, until my mum found drugs. She was depressed and angry. She never wanted to break it off with my dad, but he had fallen out of love with her, and she had nothing to convince him to stay. When I was 10, I was making my way back to my mums, only to find her not there. It was anything different, so I didn't worry, but when the cops came a 12:30 at night telling me that my mother had OD'd in an alleyway, I freaked out, but I didn't show it. So my dad took me in and it was all good, until he found a girlfriend.
I think we all know where this is going. She hated me, cause my father already loved another woman's child, and just wanted a family of her own. I was a bump in her road to glory. She started putting ideas in my dads head that I was a rotten child and I was disrespectful and violent. I don't know how my dad believed her, but he did. And it got so worse that after something I did to annoy her, she'd go tell my dad...and he'd come and hit me, and he'd hit me hard.
Eventually I stopped doing anything, I barley even talked. So that's why I was picked on at school, because everyone new about the unstable girl who's mother OD, how her father and his girlfriend is stingy and hardly seem to care about her. At first, the bullying was just words, but then they became emails and phone calls, then they became attacks on my life, before school after school and even on the weekend.
I guess the reason I'm writing this and not telling someone, is because I'm to proud, or I don't want anyone to be burdened with my problems. But I do need help. I'm scared and alone, I can't be alone for to long or the monsters in my head get to me, and it's not the good kind...even if they're is a good kind. So please, if anyone actually gives a shit, do you mind giving me a hand? It'd be much appreciated, cause I don't want to turn out like my mama, and I want to keep the monsters outta my head.
Lots of fucking love,
Hinata Hyuuga.