Chpter2
Winters pov
I was three when my mom left me. Except she never did leave, she called me once a week and came to visit as often as my dad would let her. Things got crazy and we moved around. For years I was bullied, I would go to school be chased around and beaten up by the bullies, I would be called names, after awhile I jus let everything go I stopped caring. I didn't have friends nor did I care. My dad and would move around with his girlfriend Julia. We moved to Drayton valley at one point. I had made some friends and I started caring again, I was also popular I was happy. A year went by and I started hating coming home, Julia and my dad neglected me. School became my safe haven up until my so called friends decided to show me about bloody Mary. They showed me a page about the bloody Mary legend and then the next day one of my so called friends decided to take me into the girl's locker room. At first she had asked me to talk because she was scared of something going on at home and I felt bad, I knew what abuse was like at home so I came willingly, my mistake. In the locker room was one of my so called friends and they had turned off the lights and took off out the door, one of my other so called friends started chanting three times in the bathroom mirror then she took off running after lighting a candle witch let light into the room, she took off out the door of the girls locker room. All of a sudden I felt a hand grab me on the shoulder I turned around and screamed as I saw a girl with long black hair and a white ripped dress that was covered in what appeared to be blood, I screamed so loud and I started to cry, my scream attracted our gym teacher and she ran in and flicked on the light, I was curled up in a ball by the wall crying and the girl in the dress was laughing so hard. The girl was suspended but I ended up losing all my friends for crying and screaming and after a while my dad and his girlfriend and I moved to fort st. John.
In fort st john I didn't bother to make friends, I stopped eating properly and I was starting bigger fires then I was originally in cold lake, but in fort st john it got to the point where I would sit in my room and run my finger through a flame of a lighter or I would light little pieces of paper and watch them burn or even sit and stare at the flame until the lighter burned me or ran out of fluid. I normally ended up burning myself more than the fluid ran out. Then my dad and Julia broke up which I was happy about. She used to make me sit straight on my bed from 6:00am till 8:00pm. Bed was all I wished for at the end of the day. Or she would make me stand in the corner for hours on end. My dad would make me eat wasabi for fun and till this day I can't eat wasabi. But when my dad and Julia broke up my dad became depressed and he couldn't deal with my attitude anymore so he sent me to my moms.