13 years old.
I finally escaped Madison. I left the academic excelling school to go back to my old private school. It's still the same but none of the same people are here and I still feel alone. I have two friends. One's name is Jennings. He's a skater guy. He taught me how to skateboard. He is two years older. He's the only person who knows I like girls. Savoy is the other. He is very athletic. He is a year younger. They are my best and only friends.
14 years old.
My mother forces me to go to a youth group at church who torture me. They beat me up on a weekly basis. Jennings died in a car accident a week ago. Between that, my first breakup, abuse, and bullying. I don't know how much I can take.
16 years old.
Savoy died today. He was playing basketball and his heart just stopped. I'm a wreck. Why do all the few good things in my life get taken away from. I went to church summer camp last week. Oh yeah forgot to tell you. Madison is in my youth group. She tied me to my bunk bed with my own sheets and whipped me repeatedly with a semi damp towel. And none of the people around said a word.
17 years old.
There's this girl who lives next door. All I know is her name is Ashley and she is 18. She just moved in. Every day at one sits on her porch and plays guitar. At three, she checks the mail. At five, she leaves. At seven, she returns. It's the same every day. She's a mystery. I can't help myself. I'm so drawn to her. Maybe she can save me.